Tytuł: Desired

• Wykonawca: Noise Ratchet
• Wyświetleń: 378

A summerset to my eyes, with memories of a child
  I had no responsibilities, to help or to have more than I could hold onto
  It's a slow song to me, desired
  I run through the tree, my desire
  As I wonder now all's grown cold, but in rememberance there's a story told
  Of a softer song for a softer soul, and the innocent heart to hold