Dan Bull feat. Miracle Of Sound
the last guardian
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We spoke unspoken things,
we rode on broken wings,
we wrote this symphony with broken bows and broken strings.
We harmonised to bring eachother simple hope from hymns.
We spoke unspoken things,
we rode on broken wings.
I still remember the day that I met you, to begin with, I didn't quite get you; and I bet you didn't get me when you sneezed and I said bless
you (bless you). Remember the days of getting acquainted? We were chained together with pain, but yet it's the same tether that made a friendship that no oppressor could tame. We severed the chain, shedding the weight and made a clever escape; through terrible weather and flame