Let the time pass
Without any bitter words
the softest laugh is yours
By the glow of moonlight
With your face close to mine
The confused tears come
Yet those passing hours
Leave not a mark
I suppose we are all nailed to misery
In our own little way
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
Let the time pass
Without any bitter words
the softest laugh is yours
By the glow of moonlight
With your face close to mine
The confused tears come
Yet those passing hours
Leave not a mark
I suppose we are all nailed to misery
In our own little way
