Hideaway


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I anchor my spirit among the stars

To breathe their eternal power,

And abandon my restless mind,

In an attempt to hide from the sorrow.

 

My desire is painted in vivid colors

And able to filter my restless thoughts,

To release the flavor of silence rumors,

About my eternal secrete space.

 

A space where my rowdy whisper,

Is beating every unspoken word,

Therefore, my balanced soul can anchor,

Deep, inside of a silent world.

 

When angels will come


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When angels will come

I will pin the cross into my heart

When angels will come

I will clean the body of sins

When angels will come

I will drain the tongue of words

When angels will come

I will cry the eyes in disbelief

When angels will come

I will tear the hands in prayers

When angels will come

I will anchor my knees in the soil

When angels will come

I will seal the peace into my mind

When angels will come

I will open the soul to worship

LOVE, PEACE and FAITH