WON’T NEVER BE ME

Won't it? Sure hope not. So, yep, travel the darkened road, love, but remember to carry a light. Them mountains in the distance be you, forgotten. Them voices singin’ ancient lullabies, now, be you, too. Ridin' on a wind that shrieks, threadbare, through weaving winding, rubble strewn alleys, through broken forests of dead hope. Now, Read More