maandag 6 oktober 2008

Hearts Of Stone.

Burn the bridge down
Take the long road into town
Where all the bastards
And the witches mark their ground
In the corners
Where the lost souls have been found
There lies a purpose
Before yourself dead in the ground

Open your eyes; you are standing empty and cold
Open your mouth if your voice can never be sold

I only know hearts made of stone
rarely sail far
And may never reach home
And so is the cost
to live dead and lost
Searching the stars
to find which is ours.
( Chuck Ragan = Hero. )

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