mercilessly beating the trees whirlpools of leaves in devilish dance tugging at my skirt debris hitting my face i'm hoping the gravitational pull of the earth will not let go of me
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
mercilessly beating the trees whirlpools of leaves in devilish dance tugging at my skirt debris hitting my face i'm hoping the gravitational pull of the earth will not let go of me
