A Question
Sometimes some hearts are broken
Some bonds are lost
Or they are stolen
Feelings are pressed in a tiny box
The shattered pieces are not yet formed.
Sometimes we are lost
In the thought of one which was
Living like a bird...
Some bonds are lost
Or they are stolen
Feelings are pressed in a tiny box
The shattered pieces are not yet formed.
Sometimes we are lost
In the thought of one which was
Living like a bird...