The ghost... I am... caresses reality the eye... you are.. devouring the light the blade... fate is... cuts deep in our silhouette into furrows of
choking down tears terrified I?ve heard screams in my sleep Telling me to wake up from this dream I?m in I?ve heard laughs from all three Shielding his
I am forever changed by the hope that you have put in my hands. Driven to tears by three simple unspoken words. That cold autumn night lives forever
Mississippi On the banks of the Mississippi A woman breaks down in tears Crying for her lost love Who was consumed by the waves On a stormy autumn night
sing you a song. I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong. On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine, And the choirs kept singing of Freedom. That cold autumn
the same thing. I often hear the new poetry from your scratchy throat at quarter-after-three. That's when I know I owe this to you, as autumn owes the
perfect heat I gave him my all I wasn't Afraid To Fall Autumn leaves were breaking beneath my feet And on my face I felt a tear He said he didn't feel
I've fallen victim to my greatest fear The calendar marks that I lost a whole year Three-sixty-five, barely alive Grace took her good natured time to
weep and dream of the days when I once was free The cleanest cumulus polluted and looted to fuel someone's greed Leaks your blood, sweat, and tears crystal
sing you a song I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine And the choirs kept singing of freedom That cold autumn
go to the Festival? [FLORINDA] What, you, Cinderella, the Festival? The Festival?! [LUCINDA] What, you wish to go to the Festival? [ALL THREE] The
can't hear - as weakness wins my body Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light... Part Three: Sometimes
can't hear - as weakness wins my body Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light... Part Three
word And the perfect teen I gave him my heart And I wasn't afraid to fall Autumn leaves were breakin' 'neath my feet The dawnin' face had felt a tear
blew away A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes As if to hide a lonely tear My lift will be Forever Autumn 'cause you're not here 'cause you're
JOHN BARLEYCORN: A BALLAD (Robert Burns) There was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath
