Is that, a surreal lamp? or just the sun shining down on me. Is that, a roar of a crowd? or just the wind through the trees rustling they’re leaves. Is that, the familiar voice I’ve so longed to hear, as you lift me up and draw me near. Is that, All? October, 1999
Is that, a surreal lamp? or just the sun shining down on me.
Is that, a roar of a crowd? or just the wind through the trees rustling they’re leaves.
Is that, the familiar voice I’ve so longed to hear, as you lift me up and draw me near.
Is that, All?
