Hope in the little things.
All my life I've felt things,
memories too dark to get accustomed to,
voices whispering in tongues of Netherworld,
and screams as if of dieing persons,
all too incalculable for a mere man to bear, and I thought I long lost a heart at sea.
Until somewhere in the loom of time
I saw you, rather ravishing,
distinguishable from the havoc,
your smile so ethereal it gave me hope,
your sense of humour gave me the...
memories too dark to get accustomed to,
voices whispering in tongues of Netherworld,
and screams as if of dieing persons,
all too incalculable for a mere man to bear, and I thought I long lost a heart at sea.
Until somewhere in the loom of time
I saw you, rather ravishing,
distinguishable from the havoc,
your smile so ethereal it gave me hope,
your sense of humour gave me the...