Compositor: Drewsif Stalin
Fall away
As we'll do
The strings are tugged and taught
Fraying with my demeanor
Wisps and whispers float along
Captive in infinity
I can only hope to hear her's
I can only hope to feel her's
Smolder out. As we'll do
She sings her songs of naught
And I'm praying that I'll hear her
Wisps and whispers float along
Captive in infinity
She sings her songs of naught
And I'm praying that I'll hear her