BamBam
03-01-2007, 09:28 PM
Oft I dream of of quiet night,
a silky glow of starry light.
The moon draws eyes unto it's call,
it beacons passion from us all.
It doesn't matter what will be,
it only matters what we've been.
Far from what the inside glow,
is what the bulk of masses know.
In endless circles do we spin,
to live and love our lives again.
a silky glow of starry light.
The moon draws eyes unto it's call,
it beacons passion from us all.
It doesn't matter what will be,
it only matters what we've been.
Far from what the inside glow,
is what the bulk of masses know.
In endless circles do we spin,
to live and love our lives again.