The sands of time fall through
days
Days fly, and they don’t
say “hi!” or wave “bye!”
I’m losing count of the days.
Tommy has two faces. He wears them both
The sound of silence – feelings
of loneliness. The sight of darkness.
The sands of time fall through
Days fly, and they don’t
say “hi!” or wave “bye!”
I’m losing count of the days.
Tommy has two faces. He wears them both
The sound of silence – feelings
of loneliness. The sight of darkness.
