sun been down for days
a winter melody she plays
the thunder makes her contemplate
she hears a noise behind the gate
perhaps a letter with a dove
perhaps a stranger she could love

and she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
and she fights for her life on the train
she looks at the rain
as it pours
and she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goes…
nobody knows.


aqui.

obrigada, torny.