Unwritten
feel the rain on your skin
no one else can feel it for you
only you can let it in
no one else, no one else
can speak the words on your lips
trade yourself in words unspoken
live you life with arms wide open
'til the year when your book begins
THE REST IS STILL UNWRITTEN
no one else can feel it for you
only you can let it in
no one else, no one else
can speak the words on your lips
trade yourself in words unspoken
live you life with arms wide open
'til the year when your book begins
THE REST IS STILL UNWRITTEN
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Postat av: Lena Petersson
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