When butterflies sweep
And all evil weeps
And from the sky falls down the rain
So my grandfather can be happy again !!
I looked around and saw an angel perched on a tree.
I counted one to three.
And ran to my uncles house.
Knowing my grandfather is there.
Knowing he's there.
Knowing he's there.
Guilt by Association
4 years ago
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