Silence and Echo
The city was bustling and congested,
Surrounded by the air which kept it known
There among the million puppets,
Will never find a single soul
There the hours were celebrated,
With horns, machines and guns
The only...
Surrounded by the air which kept it known
There among the million puppets,
Will never find a single soul
There the hours were celebrated,
With horns, machines and guns
The only...