You are missed whenever rain hits my heart Does these drops take my worth to you every season I speak my stories to these silver tear drops for hours Do you get every word of mine? Or Do you breathe no more
My soul plays behind your immortal wind No one knows, what hides inside my fears The sky bleeds by your name at this end And why are you not echoed in the silver tears And Do you breathe no more,
I lost my fairground behind storms, again I cannot sleep, Something stole my dreams And that something kept me alive by the lanes That Streched our soul before window panes And do you breathe no more,
The broken leaves has covered your way to me I survived all alone through out the frost The silver drops mixed with my tortures, And then I breathe, when the hope is lost And do you breathe no more Do you breathe no more?
In the soul of the city, the four wheels, the scream for pity. Mercy screamed louder than her voice. Little girls sleeping promised with their toys. Not even one, the strong, the brave, the soldier, the slave. No one could
Page 1. the celebrated sailing frog from Montgomery County went a court’n, or so the tale iz toad to a grand ole mansion built around 1910, and e’en ‘pon being razed ~2012 ah no dummy sea worthiness still plainly showed,
Civil war: Again you are visiting the childhood.A green pond. Smoke filled eyes ask, what was a home? A black city of white hills. You were climbing on dreams to reach a baby moon. And the night was very long,