It's not a boy without a name
Nor it's a little girl unborn.
It's not a riddle neverending
Nor it's a rose without a thorn.
And light is nothing without something to reflect on.
A mellow voice never heard
Such shame in it's singing
A hand trembling in despair
And a phone left ringing.
And light is nothing without something to reflect on.
A stupid question never asked
And a letter never written.
A cry that was shortly hushed
And a tongue ****** bitten.
And the light went out with nothing to reflect on.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 9:15 AM UTC
It's not a boy without a name
Nor it's a little girl unborn.
It's not a riddle neverending
Nor it's a rose without a thorn.
And light is nothing without something to reflect on.
A mellow voice never heard
Such shame in it's singing
A hand trembling in despair
And a phone left ringing.
And light is nothing without something to reflect on.
A stupid question never asked
And a letter never written.
A cry that was shortly hushed
And a tongue ****** bitten.
And the light went out with nothing to reflect on.