Evelyne from Stubborn Will by Enrico Cipollini

I hate to see little traces of pain
Deep in your weary eyes
A black cloud can hide in the nighttime sky
But it’s out there to see in the day

I saw you fight back, escape and conceal
Both your joys and your fears
Stop clenching your fist you will not lose your grip
My friend I will not let you slip


And all this time it’s been fight fight fight
Throwing stones at the sea
Now it’s time you just flow with the tide and be free
Oh Evelyne


Your story is not in the words that you read
But in pages you write
Put back on the shelf Wuthering Heights and the rest
You’re ready to trace your own path

So you set your foot on the wire again
Trying to balance yourself
You’ve risked it all out, god you made me so proud
I’m smiling at you from the other end


This whole life it’s a ride ride ride
But you got all that you need
You will find you got nothing to hide, just be
Evelyne


And after all this time
Who could have said
that you would be by my side

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