a heart made of stone is dead...a heart that feels, and does not harden...but continues to understand and give, no matter the pain...lives...
still that is a contemplative piece, cs...and i did enjoy reading it...
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again, for now I find
The phantom of the opera is there...inside my mind
Christine/ Phantom Of The Opera
Abondon thought and let the dream decend....
Point of No Return/Phantom Of The Opera
You will forever remain the music
And I…the song you sing