Just to laugh through the columns of trees, to soar like a seagull in the breeze, to stand in the rain if you please or never be found Posted on December 31, 2019 by
We never fought for freedom for nasty little brutes like you, to come and undo the work that we do Posted on December 31, 2019 by
I count the hours since you slipped away. I count the hours that I lied awake Posted on December 31, 2019 by