I died with tears pouring down my sorrowful eyes.
In hopes that He who once was would stay buried.
I rush to capture this moment.
Through my shaky fingers it slips through like sand, which has been sieved.
I died with tears pouring down my sorrowful eyes.
In hopes that He who once was would stay buried.
I rush to capture this moment.
Through my shaky fingers it slips through like sand, which has been sieved.