Wrinkles remind the soul where it’s been and where it hasn’t.
Well maybe you should cry.
And all of this life moves around you, for all that you claim you’re standing still, you are moving too.
Give me strength to find the road that’s lost in me.
Give me time to heal and build myself a dream.
Give me eyes to see the world surrounding me.
Give me strength to be only me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map