Sep 2018
Mourning of mourning to miss you so soon
As the warm womb of hope softly opens her tomb
I crawl deep inside as the you for me dies
And we wonder if this is our doom
As the warm womb of hope softly opens her tomb
I crawl deep inside as the you for me dies
And we wonder if this is our doom
I wonder if she made it, never know unless I wait. Perhaps it all seems dated but I'm an old hand at twisted fate.
