The power of weakness
You call weakness - power. The patience of the strong.
It's a lie.
When I empty my hands
The only weapons I see
Are old tears, aged longing, a bleeding prayer.
Background: the brother speaks
You call weakness - power. The patience of the strong.
It's a lie.
When I empty my hands
The only weapons I see
Are old tears, aged longing, a bleeding prayer.
Background: the brother speaks