Hla کے بول

they say your ailing doves get caught they say her peace will make you weak they now obtain your words by fraud and modulate them as they speak beyond her walls I shatter mine towards her charming lies I crawl her heart got sore as she found mine into her liquid arms I fall her noiseless treads delight my ears I bury dreams along her shore in radiant black her gliding tears under her surface so much more beyond her walls I shatter mine towards her charming lies I crawl her heart got sore as she found mine into her liquid arms I fall