Tears fall like raindrops from heaven, My heart cries for your soul.
Feel my pain when the bolt of lightning strikes from the hands of the evil.
Hear my cries in the shriek of the wind.Wailing, mourning.
My emotions, a turmoil inside. Rise like the whirlpool in a tormented sea.
My mind, lost in thought, like a lonely little boat caught in the storm, living on a prayer, desperate to reach the shore.
My heart beat increases with every rising wave striking the little boat, trying to crush with every blow.
My pale body trembles against the cold dark night.
Is there no man mighty enough ? To predict this tempest, Its coming or end?
Is there no man mighty enough ? to fight nature, just like his end ?
The thunder so loud, like Satan laughing at the helpless sailor fighting for his life , urging him to give up.
And then like death , all is calm , all is quiet .
I look around, "Oh! Have I lost ?" I ask my Lord .
But strangely I feel golden. If this is the end, it seems better than life itself.
And then I feel your soul embrace mine.
I feel strong again. I have conquered my fears.
I see two souls in me, yours and mine. You never left my side. You never will...
The starry sky clears, the night as warm as it can be and the moon shines with all its might .Darkness bows down to the heaven. The Devil stands alone, his head hanging in shame.
The boat sails smoothly again.
Feel my pain when the bolt of lightning strikes from the hands of the evil.
Hear my cries in the shriek of the wind.Wailing, mourning.
My emotions, a turmoil inside. Rise like the whirlpool in a tormented sea.
My mind, lost in thought, like a lonely little boat caught in the storm, living on a prayer, desperate to reach the shore.
My heart beat increases with every rising wave striking the little boat, trying to crush with every blow.
My pale body trembles against the cold dark night.
Is there no man mighty enough ? To predict this tempest, Its coming or end?
Is there no man mighty enough ? to fight nature, just like his end ?
The thunder so loud, like Satan laughing at the helpless sailor fighting for his life , urging him to give up.
And then like death , all is calm , all is quiet .
I look around, "Oh! Have I lost ?" I ask my Lord .
But strangely I feel golden. If this is the end, it seems better than life itself.
And then I feel your soul embrace mine.
I feel strong again. I have conquered my fears.
I see two souls in me, yours and mine. You never left my side. You never will...
The starry sky clears, the night as warm as it can be and the moon shines with all its might .Darkness bows down to the heaven. The Devil stands alone, his head hanging in shame.
The boat sails smoothly again.
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