STRAIGHT PATHS
I remembered Yesterday
The Glorious Sun of the day
The Cool gentle ever breeze
If only I had it right with ease
This Wheelchair I sit on gazing into nothingness
The horror dreams an unending battle
The smell of rot still in the air
I could have made...
The Glorious Sun of the day
The Cool gentle ever breeze
If only I had it right with ease
This Wheelchair I sit on gazing into nothingness
The horror dreams an unending battle
The smell of rot still in the air
I could have made...