Miracle Of 86 Two-color Pattern
I'm dreaming of your untested eyes: will they shine
today? Will they shine? Summer's starting early, and I'm
not over spring yet. Summer's starting early this year.
Spiraling differences create a new life for a shaken
young man. Blue housedress, fading fast with time and
age, a metaphor for where I let us go. Will we rise
again? I burnt down bridges heavy-heartedly to leave you
behind. Silence makes me blind. Create a new life. Will
we rise again?