One Of A Generation
grave whilst we cry and contemplate all the pieces of himself that he gave brushing a hand over the grave marker and still in disbelief over where time has gone alone only in thought with so much left to dwell on like the
grave whilst we cry and contemplate all the pieces of himself that he gave brushing a hand over the grave marker and still in disbelief over where time has gone alone only in thought with so much left to dwell on like the