Lianne

Lianne... the flowers died today a soldier walks alone a smile lodestone Lianne... the pillow's on the floor there is nothing in the air the Diaster's under there it's a complicated thing to see putting faces on disease Come Home Lianne... the dim light between peace and war your story is not spoken the futile turmoil soaking Lianne... what a lovely page it was created in the evening absolute grieving it's a complicated thing to see putting faces on disease Lianne,come home....