exile
Silence has made me strong.
As the birds sing that song
into my hurting ears,
i see my tears
in the eyes of my shadow
as i wallow
in my so-called guilt.
Honesty has made me weak.
As the wild winds go meek
and my soul finds peace
in nature's healing kiss,
i finally get a chance
to dance
in my so-called guilt.
Love...
As the birds sing that song
into my hurting ears,
i see my tears
in the eyes of my shadow
as i wallow
in my so-called guilt.
Honesty has made me weak.
As the wild winds go meek
and my soul finds peace
in nature's healing kiss,
i finally get a chance
to dance
in my so-called guilt.
Love...