lucifer

I was the leaves that whisper take me off this tree

And when the wind gave us her tender, tender breeze

My blood was not enough

My hands were meek, my feet got stuck

But oh.....behold

What love may conquer

Morning, it breathes and makes me wonder

If morning breeze bereaved of breath

Would ease my pain, would sooth my sense

No nothing will outlive this glory

The darkest night will find me gone

I will be amidst the morning

I´ll find my home in break of dawn