Apr 2019
It was a slow drizzle
And then a hurricane
And now Iām shelterless, floating on a raft of grief.
And I wonder if the rain will ever stop
Can I paddle out of love with you?
And then a hurricane
And now Iām shelterless, floating on a raft of grief.
And I wonder if the rain will ever stop
Can I paddle out of love with you?
