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parabéns bob...

I was in another lifetime;One of toil and bloodWhen blackness was a virtueAnd the road was full of mud.I come in from the wilderness,A creature void of form."Come in" she said, "I'll give youShelter from the storm".

And if I pass this way againYou can rest assuredI'll always do my best for her,On that I give my word.In a world of steel-eyed deathAnd men who are fighting to be warm,"Come in" she said, "I'll give youShelter from the storm".

Not a word was spoke between us.There was little risk involved.Everything up to that pointHad been left unresolved.Try imagining a place whereIt's always safe and warm."Come in" she said, "I'll give youShelter from the storm".

I was burned out from exhaustion.Buried in the hail.Poisoned in the bushesAnd blown out on the trail.Hunted like a crocodileRavaged in the corn."Come in" she said, "I'll give youShelter from the storm".

Suddenly I turned aroundAnd she was standing thereWith silver bracelets on her wristsAnd flowers in her hair.She walked up to me so gracefullyAnd took my crown of thorns."Come in" she said, "I'll give youShelter from the storm".

Now there's a wall between us.Something there's been lost.I took too much for granted;Got my signals crossed.Just to think that it all beganOn a non-eventfull morn."Come in" she said, "I'll give youShelter from the storm".

Well, the deputy walks on hard nailsAnd the preacher rides a mount,But nothing really matters much.It's doom alone that countsAnd the one-eyed undertaker;He blows a futile horn."Come in" she said, "I'll give youShelter from the storm".

I've heard newborn babiesWailing like a mourning doveAnd old men with broken teethStranded without love.Do I understand your question, man?Is it hopeless and forlorn?"Come in" she said, "I'll give youShelter from the storm".

In a little hilltop villageThey gambled for my clothes.I bargained for salvationAnd she gave me a lethal dose.I offered up my innocenceAnd got repaid with scorn."Come in" she said, "I'll give youShelter from the storm".

Well, I'm living in a foreign country,But I'm bound to cross the line.Beauty walks a razor's edge.Someday I'll make it mine.If I could only turn back the clockTo when God and her were born."Come in" she said, "I'll give youShelter from the storm".

...shelter from the storm....