wait, wait I might still fall apart wait, wait I might still break your heart hold on, hold fast to the hope of who we are hold, us two together this love, this loving art
wait, wait I might still fall apart wait, wait I might still break your heart hold on, hold fast to the hope of who we are hold, us two together this love, this loving art
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal