Life is like a homemade sundae spilled all over the new summer dress,
And sometimes,
Life is like the glorious sunset stretching her colors
across the sky to unveil the night
Life sometimes is.
What do we make of it?
Life is like a homemade sundae spilled all over the new summer dress,
And sometimes,
Life is like the glorious sunset stretching her colors
across the sky to unveil the night
Life sometimes is.
What do we make of it?
All else fades away
Only the soul remains
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Demo of a song I wrote recently. I apologize for the obvious mess ups and pops in the audio. I will have a better version up soon!
and I do consider others around me to be smarter than I,
each in their own, wonderfully unique way.
That I might learn something new from them,
and leave our conversation a little brighter for it.
This song is based around a certain subject matter I just simply have not been able to avoid the past month or so. enjoy. :)