ASHERA
01-29-2009, 08:46 AM
I shall not ask for pardon,
nor stop dancing,
nor hear the bells toll:
"We are dying, we are dying."
Perhaps they all will be
better off without me,
do very well in my absence -
Oh, who cares?
The snow tastes like sunshine today.
nor stop dancing,
nor hear the bells toll:
"We are dying, we are dying."
Perhaps they all will be
better off without me,
do very well in my absence -
Oh, who cares?
The snow tastes like sunshine today.