atiguhya padma
04-04-2004, 04:26 PM
I used to lie within my fear
I used to wish I wasn't here
I used to fly in all my dreams
Away from dying nightmare screams
And when the air weighs heavily
And rain prepares to fall on me
Her whisper comes through storms and crowds:
"It is only the noise of clouds".
I used to wish I wasn't here
I used to fly in all my dreams
Away from dying nightmare screams
And when the air weighs heavily
And rain prepares to fall on me
Her whisper comes through storms and crowds:
"It is only the noise of clouds".