• nechamar 6w

    If you choose to walk my way
    If you choose to come by
    I ask you to please stay
    Too many make the journey
    But when times are tough
    When the winter cold
    Enters their soul
    And the flowers begin to die
    Making way for hardship and ice
    They move on
    In the silent night
    They are gone
    So if you will choose to walk away
    I ask just this
    Please don't stop my way

    ©nechamar