Pinpoint me
Towards light
For its passage
Is never visible.
Shun death
And take my hand
For the eternal travel
Of souls.
The place is dark.
I can't walk with my own
Guiding lamp, no more oil
Left to burn.
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 4:19 PM UTC
Pinpoint me
Towards light
For its passage
Is never visible.
Shun death
And take my hand
For the eternal travel
Of souls.
The place is dark.
I can't walk with my own
Guiding lamp, no more oil
Left to burn.