lunes, 15 de marzo de 2010

Little girl

A little girl dress on white
Run on the street
Faster than the wind
Rain come down on her
Her hair hanging wet
In her eyes the panic

She can´t stop to cry
She run through the night
She don´t know where she´s going
She´s just afraid
That´s why she run

Night grow darker
Rain come down stronger
But that won´t stop her steps

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