• The sword is sheathed,but the blood still there...
    The troubles of past dramas,went away with time...

    My heart was a wasteland,but he made it bloom.
    The voices that echoed,no longer linger.

    He's like the sun in Spring,melting away Winter's frost.
    He's the key,the to my heart,that i though would be forever chained...

    I used never have a place to go to,a simple place.
    Where i could just rest.

    His arms,are my santuary.
    And his eyes,are my light.

    And i will forever pray...
    That love will stay..