paintings are pleasing to the eyes.
music soothes the ears.
but words, well, they talk to the heart.
at least yours does to mine.
music soothes the ears.
but words, well, they talk to the heart.
at least yours does to mine.
"he knows that no one can touch him now
he seems so at ease
a strange inner peace
is all that he's feeling somehow"
he seems so at ease
a strange inner peace
is all that he's feeling somehow"