Justin Rutledge
Carry On
Once, the weather was mineThe lark and the ploughThe arrow, the vineThe weak and the wildWhen I was a childI was a childAgainst a backdrop of rainI studied the course of your blood in my veinsAnd how red it ranThe child and the manHow red it ranCarry onUntil everything breaksUntil everything breaksOnce, your island was mineA dark hand allowed this island to shineThis island of mineThis island of mineThis island of mineCarry onUntil everything breaksUntil everything breaks
From Letras Mania