six storms in a row
or maybe dreams bound on winds
drifting through mind snow
grey arches above
slowing the suns progress none
each day the same dove
hear the shadows song
behind the carolers chime
much tears wail along
six storms in a row
or maybe dreams bound on winds
drifting through mind snow
grey arches above
slowing the suns progress none
each day the same dove
hear the shadows song
behind the carolers chime
much tears wail along
