The clutch is broken
The heart is numb
That most expected departure
Has unexpectedly come
There is no certain place to go
Neither any gloom
This solitude was inevitable
For the wilderness to bloom
The heart is numb
That most expected departure
Has unexpectedly come
There is no certain place to go
Neither any gloom
This solitude was inevitable
For the wilderness to bloom
Who do you share your happiness with, freely and unfiltered? Perhaps with those you hold closest, your near and dear ones. Yet sometimes, th...