Oblivious to pain which doth sustain. Give of thy heart in friendship. That is salvation. I could hear a dozen heartbeats That had just taken flight. In the darkeness of the night A simple touch- Of the hand that leads us to the heights.
Pure fantasy is dew on grass fading with sun's first rays.
Hearing your name he is brought to tears. Wandering, lost in forgotten years. As you will yours. Tears Smoke always smells the same. Someone said that today's the day, when all our troubles end.