If it should be that I grow frail and weak And pain does keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done For this – the last battle – can’t be won. You will be sad Read more…
Yet another iteration of nothing
If it should be that I grow frail and weak And pain does keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done For this – the last battle – can’t be won. You will be sad Read more…