The sounds in my ear voices of my soul
sweet has no fear but tears may come appear
dreams of heaven and clouds ,princess and crowns
just lust of fun ,happiness ,and sad love
but hate is something you want ever know where it is until you hear the wind blows.
hits you hard like a ton of bricks and you will finally realize who you are and were the voices.where the souls belong in your bleeding flesh
alive and fresh
they seek and smell for your bleeding smell but want find you until its time for the wind to blow
