Obstacles
If the world broke form the ceiling what words would it be shouted
The thunder, the passion, the charisma was left at the door
Tie of a ribbon lost of balance is this true true of love
The words the shelter the guilty of shelter who is one to judge this passion storming above
Tie of a ribbon lost of balance is this true true of love
Wet behind the ears kiss of a mint
Days that are colder then the Appalachian of shelter door
Who have heard of such love stories bring back the joy
Tie of a ribbon lost of balance is this true true of love
If first is to to be serve and last is to be mention i say these story i share is of her love.
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