I have to come to you



 I have to come to you

I have time on the way


I wish you knew my sorrow

But the story of grief has to be told


Arrogance did not allow him to bow down

I had to raise my hand first


Fatigue is gone, so read something

There is an old letter below the plow


I used the slogan of love

So I have to pay the ransom


He didn't even ask

I have to tell my story


I was so sad I couldn't laugh

I had to smile when I saw you


To defeat the opposing wind

The lamps have to be lit with blood

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