Brace! In my calloused hands the spark unfurls to puncture through the pall. Will I give in or emanate control? Has there been a day so vivid? My vision no longer obscured, unworried to risk my weary heart and remain sincere.
Brace! In my calloused hands the spark unfurls to puncture through the pall. Will I give in or emanate control? Has there been a day so vivid? My vision no longer obscured, unworried to risk my weary heart and remain sincere.
