| Not many have ever known and if I tell - who would believe? There's nothing I can call my own not even the things I have achieved. It's always better that way All that is aching inside It's better for it to stay - covered up with hurt's pride. All in good time I will open the gate of this little heart of mine in a moment of fate. For a soul that's been torn and a heart controlled by other there's not much you can do But to hold me in your arms - my dearest Mother. |
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Just Hold Me
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