February 08, 2011
Constant battle.
Kid; grown; same: always trailing.
Hitting one, getting three.
On the floor. And up again.
Never ends. Never ends.
And they shed tears for so much less. And give up.
I never will. Will it ever?
Constant battle.
Kid; grown; same: always trailing.
Hitting one, getting three.
On the floor. And up again.
Never ends. Never ends.
And they shed tears for so much less. And give up.
I never will. Will it ever?