Lyrics & music: Anneli von Knorring

The hands of the burning sun
touch my skin
and my wasteland

Fingertips of glowing pain
trace my veins
and my dried lips

Chorus:

Come petrichor
the color of my blood
the aching bleeding scars
wet soil soothes the heart
Come petrichor
fresh roots tear their way
through the cleansing dark
from my burried past

Many million drops of gold
cloaking the fire
and burning eyes

In my place tears a storm
“Free my pain”
my silence cries

Chorus

Regretting seems a waste of time
but lessons pointless
if I
forget
the
pain

Chorus

Last Modified: November 3, 2016
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