she’s so strong, but not quite
if you look beyond that wrinkled brow
to those trembling eyes
she’s shaking and nothing will steady her out
you’ve forgotten she screams
but has she ever really remembered anything
anything outside the pain
the broken doll she holds onto
i can’t pry it from her hands
we use to talk of you and me
and trips we’d take to distant lands holding hands
buts its ok
i have this hum of this heater and its glow
to keep me company
just as my sadness keeps me company
so what did you think when you saw me
there with echoes of goodbye
a shadow of someone you once knew
Seher vakti çaldım yarin kapısını Baktım yarin kapıları sürmeli Hoş bulmadım otağının yapısını Çıkageldi bir…
The King of Oblivion (Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) Between the refuge…
When every block and tree offered endless chances When dreams burned with purity, love, goblins…
Here she comes like a Queen all through the wintertime Skirts that billow long after…
İçimdeki ateş dinse,külleri donsa Günler değil,aylar değil,yıllarım yansa Garip canım musallada döne döne yumsa Unutamam…