whenever I see you, I travel in Time I catch you in corners in both of my eyes remember your story for both of our sakes and walk on The Water as you do, with Grace I pencil in nothing, in Pen it is writ I can not erase what Forever will give your joy is my Sun and your pain is my own I feel you so much I could never throw stones
“Когда же продолжали спрашивать Его, Он, восклонившись, сказал им: кто из вас без греха, первый брось на нее камень.” От Иоанна 8:7