Days fly, and they don’t
say “hi!” or wave “bye!”
gone
I am blessed to have felt
your light. It burns bright.
It is gone. Nothing remains
I’ve gone fishing. It seems I’m the only one here.
Welcome to Heavy Heart Rd.
Days fly, and they don’t
say “hi!” or wave “bye!”
I am blessed to have felt
your light. It burns bright.
It is gone. Nothing remains
I’ve gone fishing. It seems I’m the only one here.
Welcome to Heavy Heart Rd.
