LXXXIII will utter your name, sitting alone among the shadows of my silent thoughts.I will utter it without words, I will utter it without purpose.For I am like a child that calls its mother an hundred times, glad that it can say “Mother.”
I will utter your name, sitting alone among the shadows of my silent thoughts.
I will utter it without words, I will utter it without purpose.
For I am like a child that calls its mother an hundred times, glad that it can say “Mother.”