havana.rama:
Forgive me father.
havana.rama:
Innocent as the day it killed.
havana.rama:
Creeping past the butterflies and goosebumps.
havana.rama:
Sprouting like the spring.
havana.rama:
Not to have been told of beauty.
havana.rama:
The color comes from those who realize.
havana.rama:
Praying to a downfall.