A Day Dawning
With hell behind her; how could anything get worse? Well it could, and she kept on walking before the devil knew she was there.
With hell behind her; how could anything get worse? Well it could, and she kept on walking before the devil knew she was there.
Do you ever feel like no one cares? That they won't listen to what you have to say? But you have to tell someone, or something. Well, paper is my something, and this is what happens when I need to get something off my chest.