This is for the plenty,
Really only the few,
There are people like me,
who will find you.
For weak I push forward,
For the meek think they strong..
And chord tightens, my reprieve.
Tears come in all colors and many forms..
Spawning from pain, drift to lore.
Don’t be afraid, and do not fret my chat. At long last, at long last.
Really only the few,
There are people like me,
who will find you.
For weak I push forward,
For the meek think they strong..
And chord tightens, my reprieve.
Tears come in all colors and many forms..
Spawning from pain, drift to lore.
Don’t be afraid, and do not fret my chat. At long last, at long last.