First thoughts
02-22-2013, 04:58 PM
Let me crush you, with a whisper.
The fairy stories
don't ring true like they used to,
memories of those pretty days
now drenched in rain.
Silently you sung
those lullabies alone,
where did the children go?
The fairy stories
don't ring true like they used to,
memories of those pretty days
now drenched in rain.
Silently you sung
those lullabies alone,
where did the children go?