domingo, 20 de noviembre de 2011

In your hands

If my sin was to love you,
I will die sinner without to know
the forgiveness of god.
I am guilty
without have committed crimes,
my only crime was to give you my heart.
But your eyes condemn me without reason.
Your look is a sword in my bowels.
I don´t have resentment
because my love is in your hands.

After all I know that
you wanted me to your way.
to your way I am going to want you,
without to make you damage.
My love is in your hands,
Make me that you want
without to make me damage.

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