Dark would not yield this morn, like the widow heavy in sorrow, darkness held on. Hope of light suspended, to the weighted veil that blackens, both sky and heart. silence knows your name, silent is your name and gone with it, our dawn.
Dark would not yield this morn, like the widow heavy in sorrow, darkness held on. Hope of light suspended, to the weighted veil that blackens, both sky and heart. silence knows your name, silent is your name and gone with it, our dawn.
