they took everything from us, everything we cared for... now we are alone.
" I wish I were on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
Till every tear would turn a mill
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán."
YOU ARE READING
through the ashes.
Fantasy"the magic that lives in our souls may seem death sometimes, but trust me my dear, no one will ever turn off your light... because you are the magic, phoenix."
