only if I left behind,
a piece of my soul
in words that rhyme,
will it speak high
of my shining star,
or drown me in the dark
and push me far,
i wonder.
only if I left behind,
a piece of my soul
in words that rhyme,
will it speak high
of my shining star,
or drown me in the dark
and push me far,
i wonder.