My OperaFriday, December 9, 2011 4:25:32 PM
Winter.
A Beautiful time
Where you hear the Angels sing
See the gods Crystal Tears fall from the heavens
Snow its called
Everythings still
Captured in time by the colds grip
Blankets all with a layer of purity
Slient nights
As the angels watch their children play in the Glacial Playground.
A Beautiful time
Where you hear the Angels sing
See the gods Crystal Tears fall from the heavens
Snow its called
Everythings still
Captured in time by the colds grip
Blankets all with a layer of purity
Slient nights
As the angels watch their children play in the Glacial Playground.
