Without any feel I pray
fearless try not to sway
in between days and my gods
by people, by thoughts, by floods
inserted right into my head
playing a role of living dead
although I told, they won't stop
they're infiltring drop by drop
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
