She refuses to fall
Maybe she cannot move on the best,makes sure to take small crawlsMaybe she’s broken several timesBut she refuses to fall. Maybe she looks all silent,But within her are the echoes
Maybe she cannot move on the best,makes sure to take small crawlsMaybe she’s broken several timesBut she refuses to fall. Maybe she looks all silent,But within her are the echoes
“When I was young…” and goes on to describe some idyllic aspect of the world free from problems. Most of us tend to look back on the past in a