Lletres: Gerard Butler. When Did My Soul....
She took my pitiful state of being,
When my dark inhabbitance... consumed this cell of mine,
When did my soul loose hope?
For I alone knew it's persuite...yet compassion took wing.
So when did my soul find salvation in the her light?
When my dark inhabbitance... consumed this cell of mine,
When did my soul loose hope?
For I alone knew it's persuite...yet compassion took wing.
So when did my soul find salvation in the her light?