The mornings bring their misery and reassurance
of my life’s decline, hollow the marrow of life, empty
the cup of hope and filled the plate of despair.
The mornings bring their misery and reassurance
of my life’s decline, hollow the marrow of life, empty
the cup of hope and filled the plate of despair.
The mornings bring their misery and reassurance of my life’s decline, hollow the marrow of life, empty the cup of hope and filled the plate...