The very day in bless’d disarray, this is no time to stay in place. As begging kids and homeless dogs flee the chasing skies above,
Be the autumn of my days. I am done with summers gone and springs to come or other rains. I’m the only season that remains.
The very day in bless’d disarray, this is no time to stay in place. As begging kids and homeless dogs flee the chasing skies above,
Be the autumn of my days. I am done with summers gone and springs to come or other rains. I’m the only season that remains.
