Author: i***5
Rating: 5/5 ★★★★★
Date:
Review: Twenty-five years and my life is still Tryin' to get up that great big hill of hope For a destination I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man For whatever that means And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out what's in my head And I, I am feeling a little peculiar And so I wake in the morning and I step outside And I take a deep breath and I get real high And I scream from the top of my lungs: What's going on?
Couleur: Noir
