A thousand miles behind my eyes
I gaze upon this world
Through hazy, distant window panes
The shapes and faces swirl
I hear their call, they know my name
I try for a reply
But voice will not return to me
Neither whimper nor a cry
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
A thousand miles behind my eyes
I gaze upon this world
Through hazy, distant window panes
The shapes and faces swirl
I hear their call, they know my name
I try for a reply
But voice will not return to me
Neither whimper nor a cry
