Another Night
It's difficult to understand the flow.
The depth of it's conviction always chills me to the bone.
I implore my small voice of sanity to wake me up.
Bring me to the path that I belong to.
Hold my hand and guide me thru.
Let there be love.
The depth of it's conviction always chills me to the bone.
I implore my small voice of sanity to wake me up.
Bring me to the path that I belong to.
Hold my hand and guide me thru.
Let there be love.
Posted by TC at 2:28 pm::
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