Only if the clouds could know,
what happened in the plundered paradise –
of the nice things what once was there.
Only if the rain could show us apart –
a man of virtue from another of vice,
and we could lay our soul bare.
Rant of A Introvert Heart
Only if the clouds could know,
what happened in the plundered paradise –
of the nice things what once was there.
Only if the rain could show us apart –
a man of virtue from another of vice,
and we could lay our soul bare.