n the darkness before the dawn
In the swirling of this storm
When I'm rolling with the punches
And hope is gone
Millions of miles from home
In the swirling, swimming on
When I'm rolling with the thunder
But bleed from thorns
Leave a light, a light on...
uploaded 02 май, 2014 Copyright by Ali Arabzadeh
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