Far in the depths of a barren land
There lived a child with the gift of song.
She would sing through the day with hand in hand,
Waiting for someone to come along.
Some lost soul in search of hope,
Some wanderer from ages past,
There to aid the young kid cope
With the lonesome thoughts of the badland vast.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 9:15 AM UTC
Far in the depths of a barren land
There lived a child with the gift of song.
She would sing through the day with hand in hand,
Waiting for someone to come along.
Some lost soul in search of hope,
Some wanderer from ages past,
There to aid the young kid cope
With the lonesome thoughts of the badland vast.
To be continued...
