Little Turtle Lost at Sea
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Ultima pubblicazione lun, apr 8, 2013
Little turtle rushing to meet the sea
Broke out of your shell, you’re now free…
Little turtle on a long journey
Embrace the waves, follow your destiny…
“Little turtle wants to go very far
Always wishing on a falling star…”
Little turtle searching for that place
Where time stands still and everyone stays…
Little turtle have you found a home
Where you are loved and never alone?
Little turtle still has no clue
Where else to go, what else to do…
Little turtle swimming in a stormy sea
Still hoping, love is not some kind of tragedy…
Little turtle nurse your broken heart
For there’s no turning back to the start…
Little turtle drowning in an ocean of pain
Let your tears wash away with the rain…
Little turtle aren't you getting tired
Pretending you never died inside?
Little turtle stop reaching for the sun
For her eyes you belong in the ocean…
Little turtle lost at sea
Rise above your misery…
Little turtle lost at sea
Remember how it used to be…
Little turtle lost at sea
You will be found… maybe?
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