pass might broken wings

Scream, cross your youth, die when you are young. Don't be scared of dying, remember live. Remember to cry, scream of your happines. Lullaby of broken wings, carries you away, back to heaven. First page of book is empty, washed bad memories away. Human motives is own family, history, teaching the painfull hate, turns your future to be sight, no need picture that you'll break for these kinds of no need to rather ruin someones elses. You'll fall, last minute of an early day, on the last day. Between a need of get away, she hopes for the sun appearing bitti if thiefs sell. Containing her tears arrived upward darkness to rise. While her good side is wholy cried, she prayed before. It's the sunrise. Highway of you last minut grief. Station she played is Lullaby of broken wings, bottom of the sky. You wish for never seen it before, It's the sunrise. I'll cross that bridge after eight o'clock while she found spot with no trees. Our love ain't so miserable, Broken wings pass might, if you finally see what look always pointed. I'll cross that Bridge on an early day. See girl you broke and she fly away, cursin visionsa of the perfect, so she stoof, no time for weeping. He has risen promise! He has risen promise!