domingo, 10 de maio de 2015

Para minha mãe, onde ela estiver



Born in your tiny prison cell
A million times smaller than you are
One single drop, and you're risen up
Afraid of the dark

You cracked up through the pavement
In super, super slow emotion
Your back is gently breaking
You reach for the light

We can see everything
We can hear everything
We can see everything
When we get here, everything

We can see everything
We can hear everything

Weakness is not your weakness
You are what you grow into
You're not what you were

















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