On this grey November afternoon
Carson’s whisper pierces my soul
The heart is truly a lonely hunter
Unexalted, unadorned, longing
An inescapable loving message
How we are each bound to each
By original divine connections
On this grey November afternoon
Carson’s whisper pierces my soul
The heart is truly a lonely hunter
Unexalted, unadorned, longing
An inescapable loving message
How we are each bound to each
By original divine connections
