Sunday, October 25, 2009 at 12:20pm
Everyone learns when they choose too open their eyes,
flowers die and so do we.
One day everyone will rejoice,
Ill find peace and sound will travel
From a far.
A lonely sea moves in my ear.
And with that I drifted away.
Everyone learns when they choose too open their eyes,
flowers die and so do we.
One day everyone will rejoice,
Ill find peace and sound will travel
From a far.
A lonely sea moves in my ear.
And with that I drifted away.
