sannaaquato

Her soul's still here Her soul's not gone In the wings of the wind In the first gold of dawn In the joys you share Every break, every tear A frozen rose underfoot In your eyes, dark with soot No flood you pour out No feelings of strife Can extinguish the fire Passion in your life She may hide a while 'Neath the guise of a smile But just give her a taste - With her gifts you'll be graced.