Автор: Mr. Strange

Throne of grief ..in a dying essence Crying beauty ..the fettered aura Forgotten oceans of hope ..Betrayed aphony Sullen laughter

And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I

It is not I who sleeps It is you who sleeps … you sleep Insane you sleep, I sleep in

Undying odyssey… a myriad of times The soul has seen Through eyes of heaven The imperium of earth There’s nothing

We are just a moment in time, A blink of an eye, A dream for the blind, Visions from a

My paralyzed heart Is bleeding… My love’s torn apart Desire to be free A bleak garden to cry When my

Seeing is believing but I don’t want to know walk on through the wasteland I just can’t let go face

(D. Cavanagh) As I drift away… far away from you, I feel all alone in a crowded room, Thinking to