Thinking a lot this morning.
So much has changed the past 5 years...
And there are lights, bright ones, at the end of the tunnels...
Thinking about my brother. And how much he loved this song.
Thinking a lot this morning.
So much has changed the past 5 years...
And there are lights, bright ones, at the end of the tunnels...
Thinking about my brother. And how much he loved this song.
