Sweet revenge is spoken then;
In the twilight it is gone.
To living lies with no escape,
Lord, I would rather be alone.
I press my fingers to the wood
To tell you of my dreaming,
To sing you songs from olden times,
To keep the love light gleaming.
Because there’s a place where we can go,
Where we will not be parted.
And who alone will enter there?
Only the broken hearted.
PLEASE NEVER EVER LEAVE ME AS BROKEN HEART…
Dedicated for My Love…
Please don’t copy… thank u…
