Her finger tips work their magic, with every letter jotted
he'd watch her in silence...
praise the lord for her beauty
though he knew,
he knew she was locked
in the prison of her gloomy mind that has
always seemed to trouble her.
-J.Hdr
he'd watch her in silence...
praise the lord for her beauty
though he knew,
he knew she was locked
in the prison of her gloomy mind that has
always seemed to trouble her.
-J.Hdr