Litle light |
Little light
Why do I cry at night
over somethings I don.t know
or have the power to change?
Every day I hope;
that someone
would come to me whit a little light,
a light that won.t stop burn,
alight who could hold my hand
and come to save me
when the darkness and lonleyness
comes to take me away,
then you would be there whit a little light,
and hold my hand
...forewer
And you; little light, dont stop burn or give up on me,
i need you so...
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