The night speaks quitely in my ear,and feels heavy on my heart. For now I know I will be taken away into a land not my own.
That belongs to the keeper himself,so no matter how many tears fall upon my pillow
The night speaks quitely in my ear,and feels heavy on my heart. For now I know I will be taken away into a land not my own.
That belongs to the keeper himself,so no matter how many tears fall upon my pillow