Appeal - Hurricane Dean

The combination of frustration and elimination

Is growing more and more, hitting me down to the floor

Go further than the spaceships fly

Cry more tears than the rainclouds cry

There is still this appeal, with this fingernails

Swiping my heart, swiping my heart

Still this appeal through all of our fails

Torn us apart, torn us apart

A face of joy a little boy with his favourite toy

A little me is what I see, a little me in me

I dreamed a life in love and peace

I smile playing with honeybees

There is still this appeal, with this fingernails

Swiping my heart, swiping my heart

Still this appeal through all of our fails

Torn us apart, torn us apart

Torn us apart!

There is still this appeal, with this fingernails

Swiping my heart, swiping my heart

Still this appeal through all of our fails

Torn us apart, torn us apart