Hollow Godric. Portraits. The Scar. Zeneszám

I could dream each dream a million times
Lately every scream seems louder still
I can fight him now when I?m awake
But the battle rages on inside my bed

Dark the night the Dark One came
And since that night I?ll never be the same
I clutch your letters to my chest
And thank my friends for sharing all my pain

Soaring through the sky, my broomstick climbs
Your cheers will overcome the winter?s chill
Though father?s tears I?ll never see
Today I feel them here