Paint The Song With The Soul Cry

Paint The Song With The Soul Cry Who born the grace A tide inside Destroy not myself A tape to hear I said A pain within I sold A game Storm the super cry Here I jumped the smiled time I think an after you live You step a super spice Spend your time touching I Try the color of a step Strange color the rain Maybe add famous fate A color the running day so free No meaning the freedom drop,dress Dead be weirder the set Add my night a real A summer the odd will Today the pic my dream Too much lived screams Why tell them more Why tell them north We were the weirdness the meet We were the morning we leap Just change a flight Let the stars turn in the sky Myself add a music your night Alive wind your mind Freedom curse everything I add a wind the easy dream Musical please the stars No dreams without pictures Near the wall a turn Let the stars when our sky Leave the earth pleases,cries Near the gate a winding shell Let the stars when the sky Come our earth spark Just a winding hero the song I only fly for you live Let's coming flight a story Free moss the pray Free moss the sources Where were our trust No meanings freedom drop,dress Dream on the men Dream on the ends Dream on We were the weirdness the meet We were the morning we leap We saw a seen left stream And no easy flower faces Add a sun to my skies Lights the events I didn't live Kisses a spring moved mind Breathes the spring s loved sight We saw under the seen fights Add a flight my smile Here were those we can't say more the dead evil doors Freedom,a dress,a drop Heroes, a rain rose We were the weirdness the real We were the morning a leapin' song Never build one the gold rope No meanings freedom souls Faces the song out of control Dream on the men Dream upon the ends Dream on We change, Paint the song with a soul cry Paint the bell with the hope a sky Paint you met up there a fight paint for this one 'll show paint for you are gonna live we add a note the eve we get a dew the day we add a dress the cave we get a shell our wave we don't add a tale we don't share a past we don't join two present we never draw future eves of the chances © on Oct 03 2001 10:47 PM PST   20 • 0 • 12