The 'Amens' burned for years on your lips.
Your last words father
Were the remnants of a charred voice.
You whispered:
Darken the hours.
The light hurts me.
Background: moments of wavering faith.
The 'Amens' burned for years on your lips.
Your last words father
Were the remnants of a charred voice.
You whispered:
Darken the hours.
The light hurts me.
Background: moments of wavering faith.