There was a burden on his eyes,
A worn look expressing something you wore deep inside.
The task at hand is to be a healer,
Not to cave into the world’s thirst for blood.
Jumping In The Mosh Pit Of Life With You
There was a burden on his eyes,
A worn look expressing something you wore deep inside.
The task at hand is to be a healer,
Not to cave into the world’s thirst for blood.