life is that of which we go through . |
Howling through the summer air.
Finding there's no one there...
Searching for my only hope.
Waiting on the salvation of your love to bring me...
Thinking there was nothing left,
No one cared...
Life is that of which we go through
And through this life we suffer...
A soul wonders alone in the dark;
She wears cloths black as night...
Life is that of which we go through . |