questfortruth
Well-Known Member
The cat is looking through the glass,
The emptiness approaches us.
It quiets every sound of pain.
The roof is hit by acid rain.
But don't you worry, dear mom,
I am your cat till Trumpet Sound.
The emptiness approaches us.
It quiets every sound of pain.
The roof is hit by acid rain.
But don't you worry, dear mom,
I am your cat till Trumpet Sound.