A Better Tomorrow
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
I can hear the dying embers of the night.
The first light dimming light,
The birds...
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
I can hear the dying embers of the night.
The first light dimming light,
The birds...