Halo,Sunshine.



how true.


Can you hear the song of sorrow?
It is whispered on the wind
That from the window's mouth doth borrow
Her grieving cries of suffering.
The silver moon is her shining filigree
Gazing down and shedding a diamond tear,
Lends to the song a trembling silent melody
That only the dead can hear.


After seeing true colours.....
After seeing true colours....
After seeing true colours...
After seeing true colours..
After seeing true colours.