”...no one commits a mistake knowing it to be one.”
you could be the voices that I hear
I’m singing along because it sounds just like you’re near
Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map