CoolHunter

Deborah by CoolHunter

At the time when Deborah left her home,
Almost every saint cried to the moon.
Everybody from the neighborhood started to shout loud.
And old widows frowned at her and started to backbite. …to backbite.
Deborah free and happy traveled through the towns,
She didn’t look for new home she just try to find new life,
didn’t find the answers because the life don’t turn this way
Some wings don’t fly. Some wings don’t f----l------y!
Just mind your eye!

Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go on!
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go on!
Just let the love in!

Nobody remembers poor Deborah she got away.
She is lost in the crowd, or lost in the rain.
Shun this fight for the freedom! Dread the passage of love,
for it doesn’t return. And you stay alone, alone, on your own.

Have a look in to the mirror, maybe you will see the litter
on you face. I wonder if you tell me about it.