domingo, 21 de abril de 2013

It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain
she stands hard as a stone.
In her world that she can rise above
But her dreams give her wings 

and she flies to a place where she's loved...
Hay tormentas que quedan, que están

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