Find me in a courtyard
Of past thoughts and faiths,
Where humanity remembers
The times she was free.
How is it to know joy,
Without her sister,mortality?
What do we do,
When our eyes say everything?
Find me in a courtyard
Of past thoughts and faiths,
Where humanity remembers
The times she was free.
How is it to know joy,
Without her sister,mortality?
What do we do,
When our eyes say everything?