In turmoil and despair, and perpetual hours of fear
When sleepless eyes are teary and the mind is weary
With thoughts that are scary and hearts that are heavy,
Death whispers promises of rest and sings its sweet lullaby subtly.
In turmoil and despair, and perpetual hours of fear
When sleepless eyes are teary and the mind is weary
With thoughts that are scary and hearts that are heavy,
Death whispers promises of rest and sings its sweet lullaby subtly.
Intimate Compositions 