My deep sorrow was quick always to feed my soul watered with tears I grew the wings of love to fly and find a land to live and die O may I weep a healing well for all the brave who try and dare
WANNABE
Published inpoem
My deep sorrow was quick always to feed my soul watered with tears I grew the wings of love to fly and find a land to live and die O may I weep a healing well for all the brave who try and dare