A Cry from the Depths
Monsoon makes me sad and lonely
In the end, there is none to hold me
Dried leaves, beckon in the night
Pleads with a siren song in mind
Why can’t we step ahead of all?
Why so ingenuine-pity remorse
All I see is the emptiness
Erupting from most unwelcome shores
Our souls...
In the end, there is none to hold me
Dried leaves, beckon in the night
Pleads with a siren song in mind
Why can’t we step ahead of all?
Why so ingenuine-pity remorse
All I see is the emptiness
Erupting from most unwelcome shores
Our souls...