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• Artiste: Elmsfire
• Titre: Foundling
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"I dreamed of this Of the world waiting Just like a summer sky Before it starts raining This time when I'll breathe And all chains are breakin'..." I'm of the refused few Another mind abused Out here the daylights cruel Each breath I take is burning fuel While glowing from inside Roaming where neon eats the light As from the world outshined Insomnic, hun-greedy, crucified I'm standing as a catalan rock In a citys sea With desperation and dissatisfaction Diggin' at my feet I wont give in to thee I cant give in to thee Theres only one lifetime This sands of time are mine In count I do not add Won't minus nor substract Won't fit a type that I cant stand Won't make my life a neverland And I dont need define Holding my lifeline The flickerlight that I've begun As dreams to turn into the sun Clawed back to the ground Chained again by gravitys bounds Hooded but no hide Crawlin' in a faceless crowd Standing on the shadow side Out in the meadow of benight And cry the vague outsides To recognize me, realize Sole chamber inhabitant Hold out against the stream Let laterns eat the night outside Until you're someday breakin' in Stand alone in thought you dwell A ghost cought in a shell Ignite again exhausted soul Fear not untide nor hell At night I drift on the edge of my sleep Got clouds and rags my hights and my deep Despair.... I pray "Let man not mountains be Nor scattered isles that never meet May hope not be a fragile dream Of lonely souls which share no feel" Sank to where all care leaves Till' cold crept up my limbs Woke up to see again A light on far horizon swim But pulsin' vague and thin A tiny flame just weak and dim Almost warmth on skin Another fellow of my kin Born and grown a towered thorn On this floodland floor A light blinks up like mockery Overseein' desert pelennor Fled a distant lighthouse soul Tells me I'm not alone To wave a far way shore In the calm before the storm