can you see em? those bruises. it's there. on the tip of my finger. It's hard to take a photo with one hand in the air and the other on the cam. lols. yar. but it's there. imagine it's there. yes. end of complaint.
can you see em? those bruises. it's there. on the tip of my finger. It's hard to take a photo with one hand in the air and the other on the cam. lols. yar. but it's there. imagine it's there. yes. end of complaint.
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on
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bruised.
