Gjest Counting hours Skrevet 6. september 2004 Skrevet 6. september 2004 It's a cruel world You've so much to prove And heaven help the ones who waits for their child. Well i've no daughters, i've no sons. Guess i'm the only one. Living in my life If i was weak, forgive me But i was terrified. You brushed my eyes with angels wings, full of love The kind that makes devils cry So these days My life has changed. And i'll be fine. But she just sits and counts the hours waiting for her child. 0 Siter
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