In every night I go away
“You can’t me stop!” – it was I say
You felt my pain, but nothing more.
Because your love was healed my sore.
In every day I cannot stay,
You must help me to find way,
Where I can live without fear,
That you can see my darkness tear…
In every twilight I must pray
And may be God forget my pay.
Which cost my life long time ago,
So… May be… But who can know?
God can not help us. Now I know.
I fought with him, to get my love.
He only laughed in my face.
He only think about his grace.
I broke my winds. I lost my sword.
I didn’t speaking. Even word.
But I remember you, my love.
And left my darkest thoughts below.
So, now I know, I know the way.
I know the place, where you can stay.
Just stop to pray and hear my voice.
I take you to the winds of North.
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