Tatum

Tatum, who can see beyond the bend... and will it ever end, all in good time? Through the storms, your childhood dreams... of being who you are. But you became a diamond... in the ruff. In paper moon, an endless swoon, and patterns... that would take your heart away... And you would stray... But you would see it through, until you knew... just who you are. All around you, it was there, the temptations... you would bear with all your soul. But you would keep on dreaming... find those moon beams in your life. And some would say... Keep selling those Bibles, girl!