| |
I think my heart must be a bone, for a while it's strength I have not known, the break was clean but the mend slow, and I am limping as I go.
So today I'll offer it once more, please snap it where you did before.
This time I won't hide and cry, I'll love and love, and try and try.
And when it's healed up strong and true, well, then I'll be through with you.
altaira hatton
| Submitted Date |
: |
Saturday, April 12, 2008 |
|
|