Every step up on that staircase was a step closer towards her light. The morning he pushed her down those stairs, she bled. Just a little. It was still dark outside. Picture by karolajna

He picked up the saddle. He had made up his mind. He was the kind who found more pleasure in pursuit than in attainment. It is just that she fled from his clutches. He still chases aimlessly in the darkness of the night and when the morning comes he...

And it just seemed so fair That he slowly untied all her knots Whilst she lay there uninhibited And exhaled her soul into the air Picture By Gnesa

And they asked me who I was I wondered if they knew 'cause we are neither black nor white Not always old or new I told them that I was the one Who made a million mistakes Who burnt the bridge and crossed the river And maybe that's what it...