25 September 2012
These tears wash over my cheeks, they bathe my face in the sorrow of my life. They wash away the hurt and the pain, leaving clean skin for a new happier day.
But first the tears will come. They'll flow and they'll flood.
Opuss № I
25 September 2012
These tears wash over my cheeks, they bathe my face in the sorrow of my life. They wash away the hurt and the pain, leaving clean skin for a new happier day.
But first the tears will come. They'll flow and they'll flood.
Opuss № I