Look at her broken smile
and her peaces of heart,
is it rain that falls from her eyes
or the truth hidden far away from lies?
She's the qeen of tears
with a innocent face
hoping not to become a victim in her place.
Her only wish is to love
and much more important- to be loved.
But the kisses she gives to the stranger
are not the kisses from an angel.
Look at her beauty
and her eyes like glittering candles-
the whole world is on her palm,
but she still weeps for more love.
And now, with roses in her hands,
and bleeded fingers of the thorns,
she wants just once to be the qeen on the throne
'cause her soul screams to love and to be loved...
Post je objavljen 12.01.2006. u 16:47 sati.