Welcome to Fidelia Hall

I am, you are, Fidelia Hall
We are in our springtime mood
The ground is green
It’s seen so many lives
They come, they go
They’re all just passing by.

We know this life
All passes by our eyes
We feel the need
To do something
We hope you see
The love and purity
In the moments
When our glances meet

In the moment you won’t see
All that can and cannot be
When the dust all settles down
Open up and look around