soaked in pouring rain
fear of never awake
of never seeing you again
waiting
for the sun to come
for the blossomed love
oh! I long for some
waiting
for your kiss so deep
for the warm touch
would I die to keep
waiting
in your eyes so true
breaking all the rules
by the touch of you
waiting
for my savior so brave
my own private hero
who my heart can save
(or to get me out the grave)
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