This song is made and inspired with my stay in Berlin
I was there walking
Under the silver sky
Looking around and what I found
that my old city cries
Then I heard they talking
and saw the gold turn into dust
And I felt alone and shivering
With a prisoners of wonder life
My hands are empty
But my soul is full of love
I just wonder about that feeling
I was thinking of you
I went down to the corner
Where old people seat and talk
They said they love the kindom
But not sure if they like the God.
By the way our Jesus is not here
maybe Jesus will must come home soon
Maybe our streets of misery
can turn into the soul
I can just pretend
But i just looking for you
Maybe I'm just runaway
But I thinking of you
My hands have nothing
But my soul is full of love
When I left the room
I was thinking of you
Sunday, November 4, 2007
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