I carried moonlight through wounds no one could see,
and the shadows made me feel warmth of sunlight.
Every flower I painted grew from something I buried,
until I learned to bloom where the darkness held me tight.
and the shadows made me feel warmth of sunlight.
Every flower I painted grew from something I buried,
until I learned to bloom where the darkness held me tight.
then you neverever tend to love that person or current... you just selfish and filling the void of uhr lonliness..
