...and then the day come
when I thought of million ways
to describe what I am feeling.
I want to sing her back to health
but I ain't, no singer.
when I thought of million ways
to describe what I am feeling.
I want to sing her back to health
but I ain't, no singer.
Helplessness creeping in.
I knew my words are no comfort to her,
but I will try and try again...
but I will try and try again...
What I’d give
if I could keep
if I could keep
Just this moment
if only time stood still. -Jim Brickman
1 comments:
absolutely sketchonomic..............:)))))))
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