Stare, stare, stare on stars
Bare, compare these little lights
Flight of fight with the night
Play a thief, steal every light
Bring 'em to me on a starship
Make 'em sing a song 'bout grip
Let us turn into a stardust
Jealous moon will die in lust
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.Believe in a heaven, believe in the night,believe there's a path to follow, believe in the light...just believe in angels...I want to believe... It can't rain all the time (~CROW~MAD~GIRL~) Zoznam autorových rubrík: Básne, Days of War, Nights of Love, Súkromné, Nezaradené
