Sunday 8 January 2017

The Script

We cry over the man that can't be moved
Even when we break even before the worst our rusty halo still falls to pieces
The end where I begin is where I talk you down
My kaleidoscope always leads me to you
I fall for anything just because I'm yours.. No words to describe the broken arrow through me
The good ol' days are now far behind us.. If you could see me now...glowing in the hall of fame
Never seen anything quite like you
For the first time I feel alive
I feel like I'm surrounded by an army of angels
They give me energy that never dies
Hail rain or sunshine they're by my side with songs
Without those songs I'd be like a man on a wire.
Shooting flares up into the dark sky.





Written by CNOO

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