گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Caught forever on paper torn tethered,
Time sends its regards from pictures that never saw
The light of day.
Just tucked in a box and hoarded away
So that eyes could never gaze upon faces of old
Memories that I had longed to hold
So hold me now
That I am not strong enough to hold myself
I am old enough now
To know better than to bare my cross alone
