I lost my voice I lost the desire to put pen to paper to take up the quill When the dreams of a past life collided with the realities of this one Is it fair to say that when we Love We fall in Love with Love itself So that the illusions are the…
I lost my voice I lost the desire to put pen to paper to take up the quill When the dreams of a past life collided with the realities of this one Is it fair to say that when we Love We fall in Love with Love itself So that the illusions are the…