joy
Friday, February 9
Fire and ice on the horizon
When things get clear
Blinding light and gentle hands
It's not about change--
Piano notes and intentional
Or unintentional sincerity
We are on the way, my son
To peaceful destruction
When things get clear
Blinding light and gentle hands
It's not about change--
Piano notes and intentional
Or unintentional sincerity
We are on the way, my son
To peaceful destruction
