Cold he knew himself to be but with a glimpse of what he missed, his heart had his tears to kiss. Father for where are thee, but in my past to have held my hand, and filled my glass. My hand you did not hold, for goodbye was the words my heart did know. My hands filled with stones
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
Cold he knew himself to be but with a glimpse of what he missed, his heart had his tears to kiss. Father for where are thee, but in my past to have held my hand, and filled my glass. My hand you did not hold, for goodbye was the words my heart did know. My hands filled with stones
