Traveller by Ney I feel like a fool traveler And your house, bird without wing, king of cowardice And if I keep both these emotions that cold boiler It is burning fear where love was burning Meekness chest bringing respect I wanted so much to bring down once To be thy might, thy might to be But the traveler is perhaps cowardly Or maybe its too late to shout that burns in greater ardor The restrained passion, retracted and naked Rushing into the room to see you lying Seeing thou silent, tired to see you, to see you in the air Perhaps hoping that traveler Something he also hopes to receive And break the fences that both insist on defending youtube/watch?v=8l4Q_X0tfIA
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 03:30:34 +0000