Good Morning Gladys
The Tourist
"So don't treat these words as wind,"My angered words slip through my clinched teethI see this is not your placeDon't bother wandering through here anymoreAnd you are the bird who carried the seedOver the grass, littered with treesYou are the one who takes awayEvery word breathed into her heartSo that she might not be saved.After a driving rain,She is still a barren fieldThis has gone too farTo you we'll never kneelAnd you are the fire that never has enoughYou took this home, because you can't stand the thought of LoveAnd when our hands reached higher than the flamesYou threatened our lives just to see us burnSee us burn again.But he will rescue us from your handWe will not be consumedOur hands will always reach higher than the flames.
From Letras Mania