The distance between
Your hand in mine and
whispered comforts as I cry
closed by the touch of a rose
hitting hard, smooth wood
..
The earth is kissed by roses that
will be missed by you
The distance between
Your hand in mine and
whispered comforts as I cry
closed by the touch of a rose
hitting hard, smooth wood
..
The earth is kissed by roses that
will be missed by you