Winter will soon be here again.
Sometimes brutally.
What should I do?
I have felt the hurt of dawn.
And fearful peaks of childhood.
Along with great, great bliss.
From that sweet island love.
Measured moment-by-moment.
What should I do?
Walking the dark corridor
Winter will soon be here again.
Sometimes brutally.
What should I do?
I have felt the hurt of dawn.
And fearful peaks of childhood.
Along with great, great bliss.
From that sweet island love.
Measured moment-by-moment.
What should I do?
A Wandering Poet 