Proud to be the wise of us
2010-10-17 @ 10:11:16 Länk till inlägget Jag får lixom ingen ordning Kommentarer (0)Feel the sadness burning in my heart.
You left to early father love.
So many things I should have said.
But in you mind you knew it well.
Holding on to what I got and love.
But things still seems so dark and cold.
The fire is burning down my happiness.
But I will rise.
So proud and strong you truly was,
I took it with me as a tool.
A gift from father to his only son.
Watching over me with eagle eyes.
You gave me freedom to a life,
where dreams are born and truly became real.
See me falling, yeah down and lonely.
Are the angles on their way, I'm in the dirt.
Hear me screaming, see me bleeding.
Cause the days no more the same without you.
Promise me my son you always will,
Cherish what you love believing in.
Never loose your values, stand up for the day.
Oh dear father I thank you for the years.
I'm writting this song on your desk.
Together we can make it through the day.
See me falling, yeah down and lonely.
Are the angles on their way, I'm in the dirt.
Hear me screaming, see me bleeding.
Cause the days no more the same without you.
See me falling, yeah down and lonely.
Are the angles on their way, I'm in the dirt.
Hear me screaming, see me bleeding.
Cause the days no more the same without you.
See me falling, yeah down and lonely.
Are the angles on their way, I'm in the dirt.
Hear me screaming, see me bleeding.
Cause the days no more the same without you.
Feel the sadness burning in my heart.
You left to early father love.
So many things I should have said.
But in you mind you knew it well.
Holding on to what I got and love.
But things still seems so dark and cold.
The fire is burning down my happiness.
But I will rise.
So proud and strong you truly was,
I took it with me as a tool.
A gift from father to his only son.
Watching over me with eagle eyes.
You gave me freedom to a life,
where dreams are born and truly became real.
See me falling, yeah down and lonely.
Are the angles on their way, I'm in the dirt.
Hear me screaming, see me bleeding.
Cause the days no more the same without you.
Promise me my son you always will,
Cherish what you love believing in.
Never loose your values, stand up for the day.
Oh dear father I thank you for the years.
I'm writting this song on your desk.
Together we can make it through the day.
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