اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Through our insides we ache and turn
For the lives we ash out in urn
We hold on
And we walk through shattered porcelain
Soft we lay them down
Under stone…
Are you drowning in the grieving?
Colors greying when you see?
Clarity and love are waiting through the fold
Through the grieving you can hold
