Cold floors,
Hard walls...
You may not carry me 9 months are you may
but as long as you loved me and care for me...
'here comes the bride' they sing
here comes the jail call a wedding ring...
A long line lengthens, as far as the eye can see;
There are faces of every countenance...
The sky is blue,
The grass is green...
They say that 13 is an unlucky number,
I did expect to make 39...
At Times I Held My Head Down When My Days Were Not...
But Likely Things Have Changed On That Special...
Oh Johnson, Our Hero: #68
Oh Johnson, Our Hero...
Cut Grass in the Air,
Shoes slide across dew...
You'd better stay Home,
On Halloween Night...
Majestic Chandelier,
Spreads across the Room...
Im binding up my eye but i can see
As i spirited away from every thing just me...