Willing

When things come true
Show black or white
Have clear and marble shine
When sky gets blue
And words are right
Then you will become mine
 
This day is far from hot and cool
You really don’t believe in love
You like to talk only above
And look not deep into your soul
 
You are not ready to believe
You make your own to be a thief
You take the pleasure from the other
Make them wish you won´t to bother
 
Why not to take the day
And then you use to try
To look not only on your own
but recognise a given way
A life without a lie
your womb will be my home

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