on sunday
i watched my little girl run and play
then buckle and seize before my eyes
the fear that gripped me
the picture that will never leave
i’m sure would be poetic if i could
conjure it up with words
instead of mere shudders
on sunday
i watched my little girl run and play
then buckle and seize before my eyes
the fear that gripped me
the picture that will never leave
i’m sure would be poetic if i could
conjure it up with words
instead of mere shudders