Aug 2014
In my mind a songbird sings
to keep me moving onwardly
in sifting through the rubble
of lost and broken dreams
onward, onward,
my little song bird sings.
to keep me moving onwardly
in sifting through the rubble
of lost and broken dreams
onward, onward,
my little song bird sings.
Onwardly isnt a word apparently. I don't really care.
