Devoid Tuesday, April 22, 2003: A river runs through it, the place where I was born A river runs through it, the banks are old and worn A river runs through it, carrying away thoughts and dreams A river runs through it, cant you hear the stifled screams? Chris // 4/22/2003 ______________________ Comments: Post a Comment
A river runs through it, the place where I was born A river runs through it, the banks are old and worn A river runs through it, carrying away thoughts and dreams A river runs through it, cant you hear the stifled screams? Chris // 4/22/2003