16 de enero de 2012

Come and hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
this role I've been given.
I sit and talk to God
and he just laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language
I don't understand.
I just want to feel real love,
feel the home that I live in
'Cause I got too much life,
running through my veins,
g
oing to waste !