Maybe someday when Im little and my heart doesnt feel like a bird caught in the middle of a hurricane , theyre tearing up the steel that was placed in the ground , ran across this town , a broken legacy of a freight train , maybe someday when Im little and love can figure out this riddle , for now angels sleep ,what do they dream of these angels , railroad tracks that once crossed at right angles , now theres scrappers tearing the iron from the Earth , maybe someday when Im little and the world decides to turn , love , is all we are worth
Posted on: Wed, 23 Apr 2014 12:10:10 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015