How far we've come but i feel nothing, but a pounding inside the alussion is so great, and as we meditate what we feel is right, so wrong and besides
Satin sheets blow as your hair flutters; an afternoon with no breeze. Etiquette to educate, but even less than we use And the thought of a voice that
When did we stop this Struggles are not of degree But do bring lights upon But I can finally see a white robe in the dark Forgotten but we will not
Dearest forgotten, No need to remisce, asits your unbearable voice we'll miss. I sayonce more, select the greatest virtue of your memory. Try to forget
Warriors come out to play! (Thanks to David for these lyrics)
