It's Not Easy To Be, Me
Gray clouds, to cover the sun; thinking of a dream and she was there ?
Sitting upon his transit gazing from this heart as yet an infant these, beautiful
Children their creation reminded once again amid, time's dreary days; love remains....
Even while this world does it's very best to slice their blades Your light they'll fade, forever.
Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2014
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