all calendars pass,
days die off and hope cannot last but if love was like stone, then yours was mine
through to my bones
I will never stop loving you.
I only hope that someday you can handle the reality of that instead of a picture on a wall.
From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
all calendars pass,
days die off and hope cannot last but if love was like stone, then yours was mine
through to my bones
I will never stop loving you.
I only hope that someday you can handle the reality of that instead of a picture on a wall.