Standing on my hand at the edge of a cliff I am not afraid of falling. The drums of war are calling me. You cut me with your words and I strike you with my silence. Did you want to see me down. Did you want to se me broken. Did you want to see me breathless, bleeding and defeated. You wound me with your twisted lies. I stand before your hateful eyes. The air I walk in is a storm. What began as a romance today might end in bloodshed! Today I will rise, Today I will rise, Today I will rise Today I will rise above your smoking guns. . . omairafalcon.bandcamp/track/above-your-guns
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 00:19:15 +0000
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