“You are sight for aching eyes
A river for my thirst when all the world is harsh and dry
I’m wasted by the curse all words seem beggarly and poor”
”Oh when you kiss me, I am lost
Or is it that I’m found?”
“You are sight for aching eyes
A river for my thirst when all the world is harsh and dry
I’m wasted by the curse all words seem beggarly and poor”
”Oh when you kiss me, I am lost
Or is it that I’m found?”