Sunlight varnishes magnolia branches crimson
The pastel colored blue above our heads
Perfect worldly green gardens lay lovers
Smiling beings pleasantly at the Gates
This is not your place, the angel said
Wake up!
I suddenly opened my eyes
In this pitch black darkness
It's too late to hope
It's too late to pray
With a soul like mine
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
Sunlight varnishes magnolia branches crimson
The pastel colored blue above our heads
Perfect worldly green gardens lay lovers
Smiling beings pleasantly at the Gates
This is not your place, the angel said
Wake up!
I suddenly opened my eyes
In this pitch black darkness
It's too late to hope
It's too late to pray
With a soul like mine
