Black veil is pressing your face
Face full of pain, full of grace
Compressing own disappointment in your hands
You don't hear my creed, which never ends
You're dragging your loneliness everywhere behind you
You carry your displeasure like blind, it's true
You don't know, you don't need to much
To be not angry with heaven, so touch..
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
