There is a mirror in the soul no fear or love consoles in times of sorrow walking
A lake upon a landscape bare reflecting blank and empty stares in times of sorrow walking
A leaf upon the wind will wash relief away with crimson sin when I'm tomorrow walking
A leaf upon the lake is washed away to mourn the fleet and fading cloth fate spins from sorrows yarn
There is a fate past whisper-sigh, of bringing lately heart-fly times, a fate to all our Sorrows darn
In times of sorrow walking
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
Offline) - Published: November 28th, 2016 12:45
- Category: Forgiveness
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