Imprimer - Paroles Mania

You cried because you fell
Laying down there, eyes up to the sky
you didn't try to stand up
The blood still pouring on your cheeks
And it's spreading on the floor
And you don't try to pick you up..
Everyday, when the moon show it face
You say that you crawl through roses thorns to your bed
And before sleeping you tell it to your crutch
You beg for pity, thinking you're a good one
Hand to hand, eyes up to the sky
You're still laying down there
But you must work to live
Your wooden cross won't do anything for you
You're the manner of your destiny
There's no place for pity
Now open your hands
And accept the gift I'm giving you
You must work to live...you must fight to win
Learn by your sins... when you fall, prayers won't stand you
Then walk all by yourself

From Paroles Mania