6 January 2020, 11:55 pm by antelove19
When I was a young boy, My father took me into the city To see a marching band. He said, "Son when you grow up Would you be the saviour f the broken, The beaten and the damned?
6 January 2020, 11:45 pm by antelove19
How do I live without the ones I love ? Time still turns the pages of the book its burned Place and time always on my mind I have so much to say but you’re so far away
5 January 2020, 12:09 am by antelove19
There's nothing here for me on this barren road There's no one here while the city sleeps and all the shops are closed Can't help but think of the times I've had with you Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah