jueves, 3 de marzo de 2011

Psylence of My Heart Book


Heart if the nation of your soul.
I don't need it, but it set me free.
You're always here, ritmic.

You're nowhere outside this head
I don't need my mind to survive.
You're what i can't eat to my freedom.

How many miles i will walk,
Hom many hearts i will burn,
How many tears are falling for you,

Heart the world of the salvation
Sitting myself in the mirror.
You are the one.

And yo now how you are.
I miss you like the bumping of my blood.
I'm having you running througt my veins of cure,

That's the death of love.
The ending of a researh.
The infinite locked key.
That havent a door.

To everyone that's need it to surive, may the path will be long, may the dream comes on.

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