Seven And Counting This Time by Vinko Bakovic from Zadar Croatia

i remember you looking at me
from up there, from the top of your hill
always straight, always proud, always strong
always righteous and never wrong

too ed up to get close
too scared to show some warmth

this time i'm here
but i ain't climbin' up that hill
i'm just standing still
to show you i'm real
and i'm waiting
if you'd show me some guts
and show me some trust
or tonight i'm drawing the line
this time...

i remember walking by your side
and lessons of wrong and right
'twas like quick look into your heart
fast like shadow fading in the dark

too much of the same kind
too different to survive
we slipped and fell somewhere along the line

this time i'm here
with my heart open wide
i'm standing still
with nothing to hide
and i came here
to shut down the past
and save what is left
after fights of our boiling blood

make peace with yourself and believe
all the promises i gave i'll keep
i was raised to become who i am
no one takes the credit, no one takes the blame

so if you're looking to get hurt
don't come knockin' at my door
this war is over i'm not fightin' anymore

this time i'm here
but i ain't climbin' up your hill
i'm just standing still
to show you i'm real
and i'm waiting
if you'd show me some guts
and show me some trust
'cause tonight i'm drawing the line
this time...