Fortress
- Malte
- 20. März 2020
- 1 Min. Lesezeit
The streets are nothing but a ghost town
Void of life when your spirit goes down
Look at your love and you both frown
But this is a hurdle, not a showdown
Soon you cry laughing like broke clowns
Even if right now you feel choked out
Stay strong and look ahead with no doubt
Clear skies lie behind every smoke cloud
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