Dec 2014
So many miss the dawn
Still cloaked with the night
And the soul in your grip
Smothered heart beats feebly
The pain is palpable
Morning comes and goes
While we are busy drowning
in our own tears
Still cloaked with the night
And the soul in your grip
Smothered heart beats feebly
The pain is palpable
Morning comes and goes
While we are busy drowning
in our own tears
