We can wake up every morning, and the sand is smooth and hope is endless. And, we know that there will be more lines drawn in the sand on that day, but high tide will come along and wash them away, yet again.
We can wake up every morning, and the sand is smooth and hope is endless. And, we know that there will be more lines drawn in the sand on that day, but high tide will come along and wash them away, yet again.