Weeping Hopes
A beautiful dream flaps his wings and spreads it like a peacock
Till he reaches the end of the earth and perches on the evergreen leaves
He blends his hopes as high with the orange lines
Awaiting nothing less than a bountiful wealth for a harvest
But a horror night...
Till he reaches the end of the earth and perches on the evergreen leaves
He blends his hopes as high with the orange lines
Awaiting nothing less than a bountiful wealth for a harvest
But a horror night...