Who wants to hear my story? Do I want to face the truth? The shadows of my worries Are tearing at my youth. Where else could I go? What more shall I try? When the kiss of love Turns into a lie! Can I steer the ship before it hits the shore? Another broken cradle lying on the floor. Ive been searching for a God But his face was turned away. Father dont deceive me now Your child led astray. The dove has left, its out sight, An open door, a ray of light. But its just another night Father, how can this be right? Can I steer the ship before it hits the shore? Another broken cradle lying on the floor. Ive been searching for a God But his face was turned away. Father dont deceive me now Your child led astray.
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