Dawn's Orphan,Midnight's Accepted Son
I've got the Sun in My soul
Your eyes on my skin...my imperfection
I've got the misled night under my spell
I am the one who has left her in a trance
Here in her midnight i am her storm,her marauder for love
I've got the sun in my soul
the midnight is silver in my city...no one knows where I am
The broken day provides no justice...only visible madness
gypsy women on the sidewalk,calling my name as if we've shared dreams together,planned our
lives since children
The music is caught, trapped within the wind
Give it all to me now baby...don't be scared
I can capture it all for you...don't be scared I'll show you a good time
Songs of the dead
Hymns of the living
The caught tears of the yet to be born
I have the misled night under my spell
my imperfection my dark street
I've got to block it all out keep it away
This ain't your scene kid...come on,go away this can't be good for you
The Day has come
I'll be back later...me and my gang of shadows
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2009
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