Across the night hours,
Against the love powers,
I fought to be alone;
I took a seven-rain showers,
I've burned a million red flower,
To feel that love is dead and gone...
Today I see,
That the feeling inside me,
Won't let me be,
What I really wanted to be,
I mean free...
Today I left this joy,
Making me act like a teenage boy,
I've closed again to a world no one could destroy...
What a painful joy! |
Painful Joy
Zakaria Glenza
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