I am on the mend. At least now I can say that I am trying. I hope you will forget the things I still lack.
Sowing Season (Acoustic) - Brand New
This song gives me the chills.
Nothing gets so bad. A whisper from your father couldn’t fix it. His whisper’s like a bridge. Its a river span. Take all that you have, turn it into something you were missing. Somebody threw that brick and shattered all your plans.
Do you miss the blend,
Colors she left in your black and white field?
Do you feel condemned just being there?