Broken Hearts, oh! They were grateful smiles, what the King gave was full, and alive.
Now, broken hearts, product of destruction they are, they were grateful smiles, oh! They were alive.
Aliveness, we need to our broken hearts, we don't need glue, we need a sacred surprise... I know, I ask for too much, but it's also true that my heart, broken it is, you've got ALL the proofs.
They were grateful smiles, what the King gave to us, was pure and alive.
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I Will Never Go Through
PoetryHappiness, is where a coward guy never will go throught...
