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It's Time To Rise
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It's Time To Rise |
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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
It's Time To Rise You, holding my hands, were holding me above, My angel, under your wings I just could hide; Ascending to the clouds, you've let me die, You've let me fall, but now it's time to rise. My memories have gone back, have all revived, My past that was erased now gazes at me, My love is pain that's multiplied by time, My memories are cuts, again they bleed. My reveries are pain that's not felt yet, My soul now is little shards of lies I've told to myself just to believe them myself, It's not the real me, it's time to rise. My body is supine, but, trying to stand, I make a step and fall, for I'm too weak, Don't want to die, return to me again, Please, find me, lifeless, here and pray for me... And make me rise... |
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