Apr 2015
Irrelevant when we consider
That which is hidden from our sight
When I was just a young boy
I prayed with all my might
Now when I hear a whispering
In my head or in the wind
Fear no longer rules me
No, I donβt believe you can
That which is hidden from our sight
When I was just a young boy
I prayed with all my might
Now when I hear a whispering
In my head or in the wind
Fear no longer rules me
No, I donβt believe you can
Traveler Tire to 04-17
Dear govern of Indiana, Hate in the name of god
is still hate.
Dear govern of Indiana, Hate in the name of god
is still hate.
