I am the caretaker of a soul;
Shards of that life echoes
From dusk till dawn,
Reverberates as the sun rises
Until its dying light; and so I
Care, and care for an echo
Of a distant past, through eyes
Of icy innocence and devoid –
Of hope.
I am the caretaker of a soul;
Shards of that life echoes
From dusk till dawn,
Reverberates as the sun rises
Until its dying light; and so I
Care, and care for an echo
Of a distant past, through eyes
Of icy innocence and devoid –
Of hope.