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Fighted thru the rain, jumped above the fire,
had the clouds protecting her, on her way home,
the strong wind is in need of edmire,
because she survives to be alone.
Is cold and moist, but can still bring love and hope,
has everything to offer, but can't do anything but mope,
because no one sees her, no one hears her flow,
just feels her everytime she passes by your back,
she tries to reach you, she tries to make you slow,
she tried everything to feel loved, but her heart gets another tack,
like some needle what pierces her heart,
and makes another mark for her heart of art.

The strong wind can't do more to touch you soul from above,
she can bring cold and sorrow, can bring a worse tomorrow,
but she wants to borrow, the one thing you've had..
the warm touch of your lovearrow.