Forgotten in Sight The rhythm of skies that blow through tears, The ones that get up too early for the fears to leave, Too much that begun in seconds and ended in few, Placing blocks on top of others that never move through, ...
Forgotten in Sight The rhythm of skies that blow through tears, The ones that get up too early for the fears to leave, Too much that begun in seconds and ended in few, Placing blocks on top of others that never move through, ...