Wings of Heaven
If a storm bare all truth of forecasting the weather this be the truth that lies beneath the shelter,
Out of time or engage who can figure such language between opposite sex,
Why do we dress such fiction character to out map the road map,
If truth be told matter at hand bride to sheet of a gauze of a good day what hold a man place honesty awakes,
If the sky move toward our love would be on a a blink of distinction,
Louder the sound louder the tone blink thunder shackle,
Her voice is the sweet goodbye and early surprise why wait for the ring just pick up the phone,
Why need for a answer machine the truth stand with you,
Hold on wait for the joy ride,
Louder the sound louder the tone blink thunder shackle,
A dream a dream can it still be real,
Horn is of a blade damp of whistle you break through any crystal what is news,
If storm bare the true of forecasting the weather this be the,
truth lies beneath the shelter.
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