“Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never…
In the quiet dawn, where shadows play, A soul departs, in gentle sway. The whispers of the wind, so cold,…
In the quiet of the night, I see A thousand dreams that call to me, Whispers of a life unseen,…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Beneath the soft glow of moonlight, Lies a love that defies all time,…