Acoustic Arte Musica
dedication to all who had been involved in a problem like that. Let your wings grow and fly!
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about loosing a beloved one in suicide
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BROKEN WINGS – (My wings can be hurted but no one will stop me to fly)
Str: Once I was hurt – and it was nearby the borderline
Once I thought - I could never stop crying, and just a little more
A white-heart angel - this was my soul – I was a virgin
And I needed to learn - that the darkness was near, and it touched me
Ref: now I fly with broken wings - I´m flying with broken wings
Str: It was the morning – when my best friend called me - before sunrise
Telling me that you are gone, and this was by choice – Oh Baby, no
You left us with 1000 nagging questions – in a wasted room
The words were cut from our mouth - before we were able to speak, in a bad game
Ref: now I fly with broken wings - I´m flying with broken wings
Str: It was a real deep abyss, that you threw us in
And furthermore - no one could blame you for the way - you chose
Everyone has to carry his own burden, no question
but if you could see us mourning you would probably cry, anyway
Ref: flying with broken wings – will train me eagle swings
Solo auf Strophenteil 4x
I am a virgin in a wasted room
A white heart angel training eagle swings
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