Glimmering
Remember the moments of morning fire
when roads never ended and night was dying at birth
the dawn was conceived in mischief
and rays have pierced and fell onto earth
and roads stumbled upon the treacherous death
when magic turns into haze I grieve
when roads never ended and night was dying at birth
the dawn was conceived in mischief
and rays have pierced and fell onto earth
and roads stumbled upon the treacherous death
when magic turns into haze I grieve