Saturday, 26 May 2007

Stranger to myself


Standing here in the rain
Fallen down and far from grace


Kremlin’s shadow belittling me

Happy days are from here


How does it feel?

When you are alone and cold inside


This thing I hold so dear

Only the father knows its here

The flapped ones wont let me be

They go on and on and on

Again and again and again in the rain


I got to walk down that lonely path

That no one seems to pass

I go back inside of me

Search my soul: what does it mean?


I am the dead

I am the damned

I am the agony inside a dying head

This is injustice

Woe unto thee

I pray this punishment will have mercy on me


The Lord’s prayer in a whispering voice…





Michael Jackson modified by Fi
ddes Lochinvar To one affectionable

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