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• Artiste: Immortal Souls
• Titre: Morning Mist
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afraid to open my eyes. Horror of facing the day. Mist of the morning is fading, while cancer burn in my bones. Horror of facing the pain. Years ago I had plans, what to do with my life. But now it all is so futile. Oh.. again my fears come true and painkillers are out of effect. To the pain I must reconcile. The color of my desperation, if I wouldn't be heading to Christ. Would even be darker than now. My dream is to wake one morning without these tears of pain. Oh.. why can't I just die? The color of my desperation, if I wouldn't be heading to Christ. Would even be darker than now. My dream is to wake one morning without these tears of pain. Oh.. why can't I just die?