Fourteen
In silent bones,
and unturned stones,
in long lost songs
and unmade wrongsIn memories new
where I belong
my love for you,
burns bright and strong.So hold dear love,
the things we have,
till sunlight creeps,
in hearts we keep.
Fourteen
In silent bones,
and unturned stones,
in long lost songs
and unmade wrongsIn memories new
where I belong
my love for you,
burns bright and strong.So hold dear love,
the things we have,
till sunlight creeps,
in hearts we keep.