Amen
pieces of us die everyday
as though our flesh were hell
such an injustice
as children we are told that..
from GOD we fell....
where are my angels?
where's my golden wand?
and where is my hope now that my heros have gone?
~*it's hard to hold a candle, in the cold november rain*~
as though our flesh were hell
such an injustice
as children we are told that..
from GOD we fell....
where are my angels?
where's my golden wand?
and where is my hope now that my heros have gone?
~*it's hard to hold a candle, in the cold november rain*~