sábado, 10 de mayo de 2008

Whisper...

Can You See The Storm Getting Closer Now?
Tell Me How It Feels Being Out There
I Want To Stay With You, And I See It Clear Now
You Are Giving Me No Choice
Let The Rain Pour Down

I Know Not The Words To Make You Stay,
Yet They Are Engraved On Your Face.
This Secret Language, I Cannot Speak,
Only Whisper On The Breeze.

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