Through the mist after summer rain, A painted arc adorns the sky, I reach my hands up once again, To... Through the mist after summer rain, A painted arc adorns the sky, I reach my han...

An old key, worn and rusted, Lies in the corner, lost and trusted. Its teeth once turned in doors of... An old key, worn and rusted, Lies in the corner, lost and trusted. Its teeth onc...

A warrior from the battle, drawing his arrow, called out, 'A brave warrior's A warrior from the battle, drawing his arrow, called out, 'A brave warrior's

There’s a street where the stones are cracked, Where no one walks, no voices come back. The building... There’s a street where the stones are cracked, Where no one walks, no voices com...