I pray you, do not trample on my dreams. Though you may only see this mortal shell,A frail thing of flesh; this outward reality, Is of no greater substance than the air, Masking the real truth that lies within From the unperceptive...
I pray you, do not trample on my dreams. Though you may only see this mortal shell,A frail thing of flesh; this outward reality, Is of no greater substance than the air, Masking the real truth that lies within From the unperceptive...