Memories are stolen gazes.
Each day I tell life:
Take them. Take them at long last.
I want back my own eyes.
Background: memories: stolen gazes from the past. The longing to forget. My mother speaks.
Memories are stolen gazes.
Each day I tell life:
Take them. Take them at long last.
I want back my own eyes.
Background: memories: stolen gazes from the past. The longing to forget. My mother speaks.