26 February 2013
Soft white feet upon white snow
When my face catches the fires glow
Wooded valleys
Opened plaines
Blue-green oceans
Like a magic potion
You speak of me like a golden glow
But how do i truly know
That you don't tell me lies
I cant see the truth behind your eyes
I will believe in you
until of course
you make the wrong move
When my sun colored hair
Bright like a flare
Glints on the leaves
I'll hear the truth inside your pleas
Truth • Opuss № I