My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
And though my head my hands my heart are forming
They still feel worlds apart
Silliness, war games, wine and salty snacks.
It was a good evening.
My hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
And though my head my hands my heart are forming
They still feel worlds apart
Silliness, war games, wine and salty snacks.
It was a good evening.