Little whispers of what's to come
Of things you can and cannot control
Like a play with no script or acts...only seasons
All you can do is breathe...listen to your heart
And hope your gestures aid in the creation of another day
Little whispers of what's to come
Of things you can and cannot control
Like a play with no script or acts...only seasons
All you can do is breathe...listen to your heart
And hope your gestures aid in the creation of another day