Procura-se paciência.
Being here, by Mark Garry, thread pins, beads
Where I was, I had wings that couldn’t fly
Where I was, I had tears I couldn’t cry
My emotions, frozen in an icy lake
I couldn’t feel them until the ice began to break
I have no power over this, you know I’m afraid
The walls I built are crumbling, the water is moving,
I’m slipping away.
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