Thunderstorm
I control the thunder ruining Days.
Hiring A
Big Marching Band to
Create my Praise.
But today I
am weary And
so i’ll just let you play
(age 9) posted with permission
Thunderstorm
I control the thunder ruining Days.
Hiring A
Big Marching Band to
Create my Praise.
But today I
am weary And
so i’ll just let you play
(age 9) posted with permission
Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice.
Joys That Sting To take the old walks alone, or not at all, To order one pint where I ordered…
So they've got us surrounded, good! Now we can fire in any direction, those bastards won't get away this time!