Broadcast

Man Is Not A Bird
The sky is faint There tears remain in me The rain has stopped falling The fading light Walls barely white in me The night has stopped calling I will not lament with the sky No longer feel night on the inside Here in this room No more a tomb Thoughts of you conclude without ending Caution will keep Worries still speak Fewer the leaves are descending The lonely distance and time The only tears willing outside I will not lament with the sky No longer feel night on the inside From Letras Mania