I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here
journey
Each day, an old book closes.
Up and away
Often times, I am floating
with nothing to hold me down.
In this journey, I’ve been searching
For the things, I’ve lost in my past.
I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here
Each day, an old book closes.
Up and away
Often times, I am floating
with nothing to hold me down.
In this journey, I’ve been searching
For the things, I’ve lost in my past.
