Hold my hand, my sonNo, you are not old enoughto cross the road on your ownLife is full of silly accidents -no need to cause any moreHold my hand, my ..
I lost a thought right nowI just had itwrapped around my little fingerabout to spit it outat the right momentwhen a boisterous breezeof forgetfulnesss..
Maybe the beachwhere we will walkinto the sunset one daywill be full of rocksMaybe the kitchenof our dreamswill continue to give usdry bread, dipped i..