You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight.
But while the earth sinks
to its grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave.
So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I'll just sit and wait
And sing my song.
And if one day you should
see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place in the cloud.
Marco Giunco |
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