Over a field laid barren,
on the wind came your call;
high above our hands touching,
the sun watching us fall.
It’s witness to our dance,
our broken heart’s choir;
it gives us a taste
of the flames for our fire.
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 10:48 PM UTC
Over a field laid barren,
on the wind came your call;
high above our hands touching,
the sun watching us fall.
It’s witness to our dance,
our broken heart’s choir;
it gives us a taste
of the flames for our fire.