Oh, listen to the the Nitengale as she sings her lilting strain Of all the things that once did lie in this desolated plain
For a soul filled brim with bitterness can sing no more of light nor dance along the fiery paths that fill the starry night
Yet within that bitter hatred The seeds of hope unfurl And strech to find the sunlight In a dead and barren world
Tears of the Siren · Mon Feb 05, 2007 @ 09:15pm · 2 Comments |