Freedom meets resistance,now it does not fly.I met the devil at the cross road,he did not tel me why.As the sand falls through the hourglass,I listen for the call. Who controls my interests?I’m not attracted to this fall.
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
Freedom meets resistance,now it does not fly.I met the devil at the cross road,he did not tel me why.As the sand falls through the hourglass,I listen for the call. Who controls my interests?I’m not attracted to this fall.