Ghost song

I see your face you know I hear your calls Or will there always be just promises There are men who hold the key To set everybody free But are they lonely ones And if the day should come When they all can work as one There'll be a destiny.   There in the middle of the circle he stands searching, seeking With just one touch of his trembling hand The answer will be found Daylight waits while the old man sings Heaven help me And then like the rush of a thousand wings It shines upon the one And the day had just begun T o love a specific place…history….day….or even a dress only because it was apart of a beautiful memory crossed our souls…. B lack letter rhetoric H is erotic relation with an actress once made drastic change, and according to her feminist right she remains silence, or, she may not said anything, either said such thing like nobody never heard of in the entire life, nor such words “The providence’s divinity” as if, nobody in that dining of breakfa

To be relate to her pride that hastened her heart an atolll near Khor Tao latitude fifth, we all are substantial but not one place for hiding, anyhow, seemed to meditates such acceptable influence on appraisal tends to minimize importance  space . Distinction of darkness Mo or Josh who said “All are one when one is all” still the servant of host by the name, her weeping had stopped.   Whom sat there and felt so stoned, if we were the one then one indefinitely too many to whom.           “Hi I’m June” she said. …and “Who are you? Stop  the sky still the rainfall would not stop as time has left only the moon