Love, be not a stranger to me
when I call your name.
The sound of voices, echo's from
the distant past, can be heard,
in the emptiness that surrounds me.
Why do you shirk me so?
I ask myself this question but
silence is my only answer.
Love, be not a stranger to me
when I call your name.
The sound of voices, echo's from
the distant past, can be heard,
in the emptiness that surrounds me.
Why do you shirk me so?
I ask myself this question but
silence is my only answer.