Perfidious- The 4 Stages of Grief- 《 Shock 》
But this time it felt personal,
Summer's warmth to frost did fall,
No home in sight, I ran through it all,
No place to rest, no hearth, no thrall,
He had left, a bitter withdrawal.
It was all suddenly over,
Preaching to others, we discover,
Yet within, our hearts did smother,
Tensions, stress,...
Summer's warmth to frost did fall,
No home in sight, I ran through it all,
No place to rest, no hearth, no thrall,
He had left, a bitter withdrawal.
It was all suddenly over,
Preaching to others, we discover,
Yet within, our hearts did smother,
Tensions, stress,...