the gold of the december sun
has touched the fields of white –
the anger goes, what’s done is done,
it’s time to make things right –
the fire in the sky is like
the one within your heart –
for old times never end until
the new ones
start
Other People's Feelings
the gold of the december sun
has touched the fields of white –
the anger goes, what’s done is done,
it’s time to make things right –
the fire in the sky is like
the one within your heart –
for old times never end until
the new ones
start
Perfect.