The Other Side
Is there a spirit there, who's bothering my trembling soul in the other side, or is it a white spark of lightning who's singing
It's desperate songs.
Oh! Where did you find such bright vividly colored wings,
That you use to fade my astonishing memories......
Which still lies to break me into tiny pieces of gleaming glass.
I still remember those days, when I was free... free from the dreadful
cage, where if I wanted, I could splash and swim in the m