The Saint Symphonic Streets

Where are we now ?

Monday, March 20, 2006

Throw Caution to the Wynd

Every thought is silent
My notions are gone

My soul almost defeating
My back against the door

I run through the streets
hoping the wind, the whispers
never find me

I don't know what I am looking for

But no one will never know
Who I am

no one will ever find me

not even death

Only you


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