Rahman Henry - Peace lyrics
Not those milkshake doves A white shadow Perhaps Drifting down the heaven No sooner than it touches the ground Becomes formless All the bathing-birds coming out of crimson waters Of hemoglobin Yet, All the Scriptures too
Not those milkshake doves A white shadow Perhaps Drifting down the heaven No sooner than it touches the ground Becomes formless All the bathing-birds coming out of crimson waters Of hemoglobin Yet, All the Scriptures too