Jan 2016
The history of your heart strings,
The singing of angels,
Stained glass, church bells.
You call my name and I am found:
Retracing all of my steps until I find
The ones I took beside you.
The singing of angels,
Stained glass, church bells.
You call my name and I am found:
Retracing all of my steps until I find
The ones I took beside you.
4 more nights
