Pol Stan – How I wish... 0

Almost broken and insane
Falling with a summer rain.
And before to make this turn,
I should know, that you was born

I want to be, get at the sea
And wait, then You will return to Me...
Just follow me, get ath the sea,
Forgive for lie, but do not cry...

O, how I wish to talk like Father and Son,
I shall hear your steps in case you will run
Strench to me your hands, forget your grief and strain...
But you not acute to feeling my pain

You want to know how I will live,
Before my Death I want to forgive.
You'll be my blood, I shall be a Rain...
But You not acute to felling my pain.

(c) Pol Stan 2008