terça-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2011

Facing death

Why are we still running?
Running to the wrong way?
I can feel my head burning,
Safety is now far away.

Though we promised ourselves
We'd be alright,
Hope is sinking every second,
We're running out of light.

My body's falling into darkness,
My heart has broken
And I can't reach the pieces.

I've been haunted by something
I can't fight against,
Every day, more and more,
I feel I'm in chains.

I'm losing conscience,
But I'll never give up living,
I'll fight 'till the end for you,
I'll stand here and keep breathing
As I face death
On the church stairs.



Rebeca Ambers, 25/01/2011.

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