cute_angel
2008-07-03, 11:41
My grief
Life is becoming a grave
That's treating me as a slave
Chained in the darkness of that cave
with no power to speak or even to wave
I'm no more free no more alive
Nor can I ask for help neither been save
waiting for the clock to strike five
In that moment I wish I could wake
From a nightmare that made me shake
Covered with sweat as if I was inside a lake
A lake which I wish I could break
It Into pieces of stone
To free poeple and feel I'm not alone
Fighting sorrows ;crying on my own
Waiting just for a call of a phone
A soft voice repeating a noun
Which gonna make me smile and not goan
Pushes me to look up and not down
I cry I shout so loud
My GOD give me a faith's sword
To fight that nagging sound
Inside my head which is saying one word
LIVE IN GRIEF.LIVE IN GRIEF
Life is becoming a grave
That's treating me as a slave
Chained in the darkness of that cave
with no power to speak or even to wave
I'm no more free no more alive
Nor can I ask for help neither been save
waiting for the clock to strike five
In that moment I wish I could wake
From a nightmare that made me shake
Covered with sweat as if I was inside a lake
A lake which I wish I could break
It Into pieces of stone
To free poeple and feel I'm not alone
Fighting sorrows ;crying on my own
Waiting just for a call of a phone
A soft voice repeating a noun
Which gonna make me smile and not goan
Pushes me to look up and not down
I cry I shout so loud
My GOD give me a faith's sword
To fight that nagging sound
Inside my head which is saying one word
LIVE IN GRIEF.LIVE IN GRIEF