domingo, 29 de noviembre de 2009

Without an answer,
the thunder speaks for the sky,
and on the cold, wet dirt I cry.
And on the cold, wet dirt I cry.

sábado, 14 de noviembre de 2009

Waiting for strength behind locks in the fire
Wait for the love that you said would inspire
Wait for the times that you Said you would cherish
Wait for the love that you
Said that would make it!