Tara Vanflower
The Honour Of Silence
He stood like JesusHe smelt like heavenHis eyes were winterOur story isThe march of the lonelyThe march of the lonelyThe march of the lonelyCome to me in my darknessMy dark heroMy tall strangerTears of sweat cry from your bodyThe strength and the crueltyIn your gentle natureWe honour the silenceBetween ourselves, between ourselvesWe honour the silenceBetween ourselves, between ourselves
From Letras Mania