A blind....trying to see. |
In my world of smoke, I don't see any kind of hope
It is all blurred, all beyond my vision; the...
My soul within my skin, my mind or my brain
My intellect and my sight...
It is November and it is raining
And the poet inside me...
In my world of smoke, I don't see any kind of hope
It is all blurred, all beyond my vision; the...