Kryja
03-31-07, 10:35 PM
Those Frail Hands
Those glossy eyes whispered softly
Promising to let go gently
Those wishes disappearing quietly
And as I gently clasp those frail hands
My childhood comes to an end
Only to begin in mourning
Those glossy eyes whispered softly
Promising to let go gently
Those wishes disappearing quietly
And as I gently clasp those frail hands
My childhood comes to an end
Only to begin in mourning