Cyrus – Part 2 I can see the wound, Mirrored now, in my stomach; The rivers run red Escaping from the mountain’s summit, Bursting out from the dams And these hands, my hands […]
Cyrus – Part 2 I can see the wound, Mirrored now, in my stomach; The rivers run red Escaping from the mountain’s summit, Bursting out from the dams And these hands, my hands […]
