Shadows broken for your worries and left you with your doubts. Doug Farnan 3. Temple Unheard Forgotten pebbles captured in frozen streams leaves awkwardly scattered by a bitter cold breeze. Snow covered mountains Still, dark nights with her songs. Young in play in the hot summer sun days last forever as each new ones begun.
Colors are painted on a sky never seen our visions make sounds, so our senses believe.
Storm keeps approaching as mountains give way black molten ash engulfs the temples we've laid.