Father, I love you, as the orange of the sunset fades to the ship’s berth, to the fields of a cherry birdsong so darken like a lute, your song purifies my broken soul father, you are everything, my world, myself, I love you.
Father, I love you, as the orange of the sunset fades to the ship’s berth, to the fields of a cherry birdsong so darken like a lute, your song purifies my broken soul father, you are everything, my world, myself, I love you.
Pseudopsychosis. 