My dad kept his eyes on the road, brimmed with tears
and you just gotta beleive,
His voice brittle, fighting not to break.
That we'll all be together again someday.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
My dad kept his eyes on the road, brimmed with tears
and you just gotta beleive,
His voice brittle, fighting not to break.
That we'll all be together again someday.
