clear, salty,
fits in one eye and weighs a ton
It has the taste of sea
may be mild.
Tenant of pain,
home favorite.
In the dead she comes,
hostage's revenge
sister of despair,
rival of hope.
It can be caused by worms and mundane
or by the thorn of the flower,
cruel you love.
Fond of drama,
come to my bed
intentionally, without asking me made me suffer.
And I think myself strong,
and I felt that,
I will be weak when other of them come.
If cheap is crazy and the process is slow,
at the moment
let me walk against the wind.
What will it be tough and I heart being vulnerable?
The wind did not, he is mild, but cold and ruthless.
(And Hot) inked a letter of the sad poet.
(Only) She ran in the brown face of the prophet.
Worm out of line,
tears of a man will fall,
This is your B.O. for eternity.
He says that men do not cry,
okay, spoke
or go to the sister group there,
Jesus wept ...
"The winds that sometimes take something they love, they are bringing something that we learn to love;
So we should not therefore been taken from us and yes, learn to love what is given us;
For all that is really ours, never gone forever. "(Bob Marley)
