Jul 18
We all do
search that is
for the sand
that slipped
through
the hour glass
so I don't fault you
for walking the halls
room to room
don't worry
we'll see him again
and each other
search that is
for the sand
that slipped
through
the hour glass
so I don't fault you
for walking the halls
room to room
don't worry
we'll see him again
and each other
Written by
Whit Howland
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