Memories of a Stolen Life
As I travel down the road I see memories of someone's loved one that has passed away. A weathered wodden cross stands as a reminder of a stolen life. It could be someone like me, or someone like you. I hope you see we are all not invincable, not even me.
Copyright © Zach Yingling | Year Posted 2012
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