Cobalt Ss Rims 4 Bolts

Just as the secret waiting to be thrown to the wind.
As the seed that has grown tired of fighting in the winter.
The white dove in a failed escape flight from the nest
or caged animal trying to be liberated once and for all.

Maybe Father Time is sometimes fast start and some very slow. Mr.
O love that has no clock or with no pity.
Maybe it's just your voice, you still hear in the silence of the wind
or it could be the dawn, which fades in a night without stars.

is how the baby decides to leave the womb.
is the song with a final, with a tune that leaves the mind.
is the story of man and woman in paradise, the original sin.
And the perfume aroma that permeates the soul to forget the quiet.

This is the believer who fails to have faith in something you can not see.
This is the sun, which yields to the days grismente cloudy.
Then the sky burst into tears Masy hold.
Then decide wither hope and life to fill the vacuum.