Chris Mallia

Rookie - 83 Points (28/10/1966 / Malta)

My Stone

Was walking by the sea with a heavy heart
Trying to figure myself out
The air was cool, the stars were bright
My heart was cold, hurt and tight

Suddenly I broke down and began to cry
Looking at the waves, as they rolled and died
Trying to find answers which will never come
God, Oh God, set me free, don’t leave me tied

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