“...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
I don't mean to close the door but for the record my heart is sore you blew through me like bullet holes… — Cocorosie Copy Share Image
“Upon my death, when the stains on my soul are read by He who sits in judgment, I'll be given my own… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
