Apr 2011
Beneath this cloak of darkness,
I feel a hand.
A hand that guides me,
and defines me.
And when that hand's grasp loosens,
I am shot back to oblivion.
Too lost to be found.
I feel a hand.
A hand that guides me,
and defines me.
And when that hand's grasp loosens,
I am shot back to oblivion.
Too lost to be found.
