I took that picture long ago
When my eyes still held the light.
The light that sang of happiness
And of pure delight.
Now the only way they shine
Is with unspilled rain.
The water moans of remorse
And of constant pain.
When my eyes still held the light.
The light that sang of happiness
And of pure delight.
Now the only way they shine
Is with unspilled rain.
The water moans of remorse
And of constant pain.