On the darkest of nights, and the saddest of days, it will always be there
Like the trust of a warm blanket
A refuge in the chill of uncertainty
A haven in the midst of life’s storms
From the thread that connects us
to the memories we weave
Blood, our eternal bond that cloaks us, through the bitter cold that is being
Jan 18, 2024
Jan 18, 2024 at 7:32 AM UTC
On the darkest of nights, and the saddest of days, it will always be there
Like the trust of a warm blanket
A refuge in the chill of uncertainty
A haven in the midst of life’s storms
From the thread that connects us
to the memories we weave
Blood, our eternal bond that cloaks us, through the bitter cold that is being