sexta-feira, 8 de outubro de 2010

For too long now, there were secrets in my mind

For too long now, there were things I should have said

In the darkness, I was stumbling for the door

To find a reason, to find the time, the place, the hour


Waiting for the winter sun and the cold light of day

The misty ghost of childhood fears

The pressure is building and I can't stay away.



I throw myself into the sea

Release the wave,

Let it wash over me

To face the fear I once believed

The tears of the dragon for you and for me
 

Bruce Dckinson

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