May 2016
Your footprints were visible on my soul,
was I just a thing to wipe your words on.
You left boot prints that I still feel within
myself, will they ever go.
was I just a thing to wipe your words on.
You left boot prints that I still feel within
myself, will they ever go.
(On Oblivions Doorstep)
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