A place where I used to play.
Back as an adult but things haven't changed.
My home where I took care of my brother and sister.
The place where my grandmother died and mother said she would miss her.
No longer, nothing stronger.
The steps where I sat, composing a song or...
the tree where our fort was the center of our lives...
Its amazing the things that haven't changed...
even after you've died.
Back as an adult but things haven't changed.
My home where I took care of my brother and sister.
The place where my grandmother died and mother said she would miss her.
No longer, nothing stronger.
The steps where I sat, composing a song or...
the tree where our fort was the center of our lives...
Its amazing the things that haven't changed...
even after you've died.
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