Dewy Eves
I stand before the threshold
That binds me still
Breathing my final breaths bold
Even though they in come chills
I do not believe those who lie
To make a heaven out of hell
I take fate like sweet pie
Enjoyed whether served in a hot or cold shell
I mark this...
That binds me still
Breathing my final breaths bold
Even though they in come chills
I do not believe those who lie
To make a heaven out of hell
I take fate like sweet pie
Enjoyed whether served in a hot or cold shell
I mark this...