Helios
The Obeisant Vine
Rows of white doves on the wallAs the breeze is blowing through the houseIt turned southeast toward the 3rd floor windowAnd it set them free from the single pathThose years of watching the kids grow upAs the curtains dance and they look onThe hour of the wolf had passed And the wind had called from the windmill grassAll those eyes have gone awayAll those I've turned away from fromAll those lies they fade awayAll that I've walked away from
From Letras Mania