Raindrops fall around you, |
until the puddles meet the sky. |
But as the water rises |
your sun begins to shine. |
a glow emerges from within |
of inside your rosen cheeks |
A glimmer emerges from your eyes |
and they begin to speak. |
For here you stand inside a world |
without the means to cope; |
you've been abandoned and left to die |
but still hang on to hope. |
The blood of kings and the blood of Gods |
still run inside your veins |
you stand so tall as tall as Cain |
though around you still it rains. |
|
Now it's time for that storm of yours to finally meet its end |
and for the world you'd knew to start anew and once again make sense. |
So you draw your sword and use its ward |
to successfully escape the depths |
Then you blaze your way and traverse the Earth, |
just to hold her breast to breast. |
Copyright ©2003 Ashi Shadow 2/12/03 on Me
Randrops fall around you, |
the puddles meet the sky. |
Even as the water rises |
the sun begins to shine. |
A glow from within |
your rosy cheeks |
a glimmer from your eyes, |
they begin to speak. |
Here you stand inside a world |
without means to cope |
abandoned and left to die |
still, you hang on to hope. |
The blood of kings and the blood of Gods |
still run inside your veins |
you stand so tall, as tall as Cain |
around you still it rains. |
Now it's time for the storm to end |
for the world to again make sense |
you draw your sword and escape the depths |
you hold her breast to breast. |
Copyright ©2003 Ashi Shadow 2/12/03 on Me