The considerate morning. burns off the treacherous dark. and you celebrate that spangle and spark. scattering the ashes. made from such a blazing bright might.
Things could have been better. they sure could not have gotten much worse. when there were tears out in the alley. and laughter waiting out front in the hearse.
The considerate morning. burns off the treacherous dark. and you celebrate that spangle and spark. scattering the ashes. made from such a blazing bright might.