there's nothing around which is humble. i have been waiting since ages i have waited so long, the promises you had made, hope may never go wrong. i keep counting on days, i keep summing up nights waiting for some day, for you to be beside. a barren church is what my house now appears. even the eyes of broken...
there's nothing around which is humble. i have been waiting since ages i have waited so long, the promises you had made, hope may never go wrong. i keep counting on days, i keep summing up nights waiting for some day, for you to be beside. a barren church is what my house now appears. even the eyes of broken...