But as the sun moves ‘cross the sky
The shadow of the tower
Flows silently across the land
Until that fateful hour
When it must fall upon us, and
Our brief race has been run;
Our final breath spent reaching for
The last rays
Of the sun
Other People's Feelings
But as the sun moves ‘cross the sky
The shadow of the tower
Flows silently across the land
Until that fateful hour
When it must fall upon us, and
Our brief race has been run;
Our final breath spent reaching for
The last rays
Of the sun
Very nice photo’s!