22 acessos
A cry, I hear a cry here.
Through hard hours I hear.
A company for my notes,
Few words but real thoughts.
A cold presence I feel,
Of an unforgiven voice,
Where silence was a better choice.
Echoes that last forever,
Flash lights and white smoke move together.
Living essence from the past,
Old songs revive the oldest ghosts.
Living memories...
Iced whispering in my ears...