Jul 2013
we’d [l]eave before the sun,
I’d take y[o]u gently by the hand—
ne[v]er lost, but always wandering,
drifting through lik[e] grains of sand—
I’d take y[o]u gently by the hand—
ne[v]er lost, but always wandering,
drifting through lik[e] grains of sand—
