Verse 1. I’m hard to read . All of my pages are out of reach . Buried away in Ancient Greece . A language nobody knows . Let me breathe . Everyone’s begging for a piece . They say I’m made how I shoul
The aftermath of an armageddon on my world. Who will comfort me, just be buzzing bees and the burnt down trees?. Who will comfort me?. The butterflies, the orchid mantis? We see eye to eye. I never pl
