beings
The sky darkens a shade of grey,
The rain beats the pain away,
The fondness of our greater days, slip away, we try to grasp it. We can't grab it, it becomes a habit of our mortal ways, the portal lays on the fringe of a bordered maze, in such a way, the abundant Ray's of...
The rain beats the pain away,
The fondness of our greater days, slip away, we try to grasp it. We can't grab it, it becomes a habit of our mortal ways, the portal lays on the fringe of a bordered maze, in such a way, the abundant Ray's of...