I found you in the dark
Brimmed with scratches pain of yesterday
And the blood that you shed every way
Neither a blessed hands could ever lay
Was it just an illusion of my vision on you?
Or was it my sight on that night,
that even to look at you cannot do
yourself
I found you in the dark
Brimmed with scratches pain of yesterday
And the blood that you shed every way
Neither a blessed hands could ever lay
Was it just an illusion of my vision on you?
Or was it my sight on that night,
that even to look at you cannot do