Angels Cry
(Indisponível)
All I wish is to turn to dust!
All I've seen is hate in your eyes.
All I know is from your world,
You never trust that angels cry.
I still feel his dirty hands over me,
I still hear his voice crying after me,
Who could believe that an angel could be
The dead soul that still is inside of me?
Doors are closed, Words have lied:
God is silent when children cry.
Mother's gone, father's dead,
Who could believe me? My brother's dead!
Give me back what have been stolen from me,
Let me be what a child is meant to be,
Take away memories out of my head
And give me the childhood that I've never had!
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