On a bed of nails we lay our heads, we dream of wars our troubles unsaid.
An endless fury of thunder and rain. Will we ever learn to bury our hate?
Lovers deceit, leaders lie, I who tell the truth holds no cry.
Distance an illusion, love brings pain, in an endless tide we swim in vain.
On my bed of nails i find my slumber and in my dreams i seek to conquer.
In my fight, victory i will claim. There is no truth you see, only thunder and rain.
Friday, May 15, 2009
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