Post by amongthethorns on Jun 6, 2013 14:16:43 GMT -5
Among the thorns, Maybe.
Yet I see no Roses in sight.
If at all you ever loved me,
You will come home tonight.
My hands are weary and my heart skips a beat.
Please let that be you.
I pray my soul to sleep.
Perhaps tomorrow the sun will come out.
Only to wake in darkness, shrouded with doubt.
Yet I see no Roses in sight.
If at all you ever loved me,
You will come home tonight.
My hands are weary and my heart skips a beat.
Please let that be you.
I pray my soul to sleep.
Perhaps tomorrow the sun will come out.
Only to wake in darkness, shrouded with doubt.