A path in a dim light
that I have to walk myself..
rain falling from my lips
the most cleanest of all....
Dissaray,
esperance in isolation.
Cold hands clutching at
something that is gone.
Her...
dressed in black
A warmth
surrounding me
- but I saw her eyes
sparkling..
that I have to walk myself..
rain falling from my lips
the most cleanest of all....
Dissaray,
esperance in isolation.
Cold hands clutching at
something that is gone.
Her...
dressed in black
A warmth
surrounding me
- but I saw her eyes
sparkling..