When was it that I last wrote
of sunny skies and rainbows?
Tis true, the river flows
until it’s dried, no single drop
Mind wanders, where does it go?
Who knows but those which follow
And only darkness really knows
of nothingness and healing woes
When was it that I last wrote
of sunny skies and rainbows?
Tis true, the river flows
until it’s dried, no single drop
Mind wanders, where does it go?
Who knows but those which follow
And only darkness really knows
of nothingness and healing woes