My salty tears, they stain my skin
With sadness that has passed and been
And nothing more can make me cry
Than asking why I shouldn't die.
"These are not troubles for your kind,"
Says the angel in my mind.
"And peace will come
In due time."
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 7:24 PM UTC
My salty tears, they stain my skin
With sadness that has passed and been
And nothing more can make me cry
Than asking why I shouldn't die.
"These are not troubles for your kind,"
Says the angel in my mind.
"And peace will come
In due time."
