I cannot guess what well discover We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels But I know our filthy hands can wash one anothers And not one speck will remain I do believe its true, that there are roads left in both of our shoes But if the silence takes you, then I hope it takes me too So brown eyes I hold you near, cause youre the only song I want to hear A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere Where Soul Meets Body...
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 07:01:01 +0000
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