*When a mourning heart wanders, it leaves footprints to follow--
On faint-lit streets and murky gutters I was led all along;
I saw my body last night, hung with barbed wires on a bough.
And as I dangle, bathing in moonlight, I was singing our song.*
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
*When a mourning heart wanders, it leaves footprints to follow--
On faint-lit streets and murky gutters I was led all along;
I saw my body last night, hung with barbed wires on a bough.
And as I dangle, bathing in moonlight, I was singing our song.*
