lost
Was I.
Fresh freedom,
The midday sun
Shining on my skin,
Enticing color from
Pallid flesh, new vigor born.
New horizons, new love blooming...
I did the right thing by getting out.
In:
lost
Was I.
Fresh freedom,
The midday sun
Shining on my skin,
Enticing color from
Pallid flesh, new vigor born.
New horizons, new love blooming...
I did the right thing by getting out.