As and old woman sits rocking as the spring breeze ruffles the soft white hair curling around her face. The sun gently caresses her as she looks beyond the
As and old woman sits rocking as the spring breeze ruffles the soft white hair curling around her face. The sun gently caresses her as she looks beyond the
My wordsDead so longBut I guessThey were never really gone Chained with my soulFrozen in my heartThey were waiting, like meFor a fresh start Can anyone truly seeHow much I
As we look into our eyes And see the horror and painPlease understand that to break the tiesOur minds must live it all again Only by opening all the doorsSo
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