silver bells on the wind
silver threads in her hair
tossed to that wind
lost like the chimes
as it whips her into a hunched
sort of submission
as light dances on all surfaces
and she is her own sun
silver bells on the wind
silver threads in her hair
tossed to that wind
lost like the chimes
as it whips her into a hunched
sort of submission
as light dances on all surfaces
and she is her own sun
