Hushaby Hushaby, Don't make her sing Who knows What the voice could bring It touches souls, But burns them too Depends on if she chooses you. Chooses you, to carry the song. Carry the life, The voice, The words. The words of this Hushaby, So bitter...So sweet. Hushaby, Hushaby Don't make her sing. Who knows, What the voice could bring...
My Silent Reverie · Sat Sep 06, 2008 @ 02:53am · 1 Comments |