Wild children live on a simple building
As coffee brews & a soul turn to you.
Yet life is empty & all falls upon thee,
Will you grow & become my loving tree?
For I'd always wish you to be there &
shade me.
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 7:16 PM UTC
Wild children live on a simple building
As coffee brews & a soul turn to you.
Yet life is empty & all falls upon thee,
Will you grow & become my loving tree?
For I'd always wish you to be there &
shade me.
