As we go down to the creek
Our souls cold and bleak
The rocks don't move not even blink
The moss is turning into frost
Because my cold bare feet just touched the bottom
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
As we go down to the creek
Our souls cold and bleak
The rocks don't move not even blink
The moss is turning into frost
Because my cold bare feet just touched the bottom
Written by Samantha