Marcus Nalgaber Posted May 16, 2022 Share Posted May 16, 2022 The Night of the Blackbird While I listen to the voice of the blackbird I look at your face wondering why why why it's impossible to change past I think of a thousand things no clear thought stands out from the crowd that stirs stirs stirs in my mind screaming words that cover each others everything could be so simple like the games of childs but you have made me grave of your dreams and mines we are dead and alive under layers of time turned into stones over our heads while I listen to the voice of the blackbird singing singing singing to the night to the stars that are still what they are inertia over inertia like our life Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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