Just an amateur writer, trying to capture place in the hearts of people...
I shut my eyes and saw the face of a man With pockmarks of dried pimples And he had no grin, I shut my eyes and saw the face of a man With pockmarks of dried pimples A...
I saw the houses, The buildings, the walls, Singing back to me from afar, Telling me stories, Ca... I saw the houses, The buildings, the walls, Singing back to me from afar, Tel...