Dreams flaire brighter than any daylit sky
Some of them talk and laugh and cringe and cry
Rising over our dark horizons, a phoenix of the mind
Though the hotter they burn, the sooner they die
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 7:34 PM UTC
Dreams flaire brighter than any daylit sky
Some of them talk and laugh and cringe and cry
Rising over our dark horizons, a phoenix of the mind
Though the hotter they burn, the sooner they die