It’s up the stairs and to the right.
shine
I keep seeing the same
shadow. It follows me
It can be a cold world.
I am blessed to have felt
your light. It burns bright.
All days grow dark.
It’s up the stairs and to the right.
I keep seeing the same
shadow. It follows me
It can be a cold world.
I am blessed to have felt
your light. It burns bright.
All days grow dark.
