I’ve seen birds try to fly againts fierce tempest wind
And bathers who struggle against a rip tide I’ll now cease to speak, though I don’t rescind;
My silence is till passions don’t override.
I’ve seen birds try to fly againts fierce tempest wind
And bathers who struggle against a rip tide I’ll now cease to speak, though I don’t rescind;
My silence is till passions don’t override.