viernes, 1 de octubre de 2010

She was standing there, by the broken tree. Her hands are all twisted, she was pointing at me. I was dammed by the light coming out of her eyes. She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky, she said: "Walk on over here, to the bitter shade". I will wrap you in my arms, and you will know you have been saved.. Let me sign.

No hay comentarios:

Publicar un comentario