It was terrible to know that time would lead him to betray everything he now believed in.
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will
never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's
desire


@темы: заело, музыка уменьшает трение, боль