Do you remember that day?
Under a scortching summer sun?
Under the cover of a little cafe?
Under an English Sky?
How we met? I had half a cup of tea left becuase i had dropped the rest in my lap?
Of a land so fair and true;
There is always a man, hated by more than a few.
He’s different and strange;
Many have preferred to see this man locked in a cage.
In a world so simple and pure;
Was a woma...
You walk the all familiar path, paved in anguish and pain, and cobbled with bones and tragedies.
The trees, spiked and torn looking as if they harbour a grudge against you; only just holding onto the ...