The comfort of a warm bed
the sorrow of cold hands
an angelic face that snores
like a lumber jack
the discomfort of awaking
to my drool-drenched pillow
I depart our sanctuary
while it is still dark out
but I have a beacon
to guide me home
the light between
two trees
THE LIGHT BETWEEN TWO TREES!
the sorrow of cold hands
an angelic face that snores
like a lumber jack
the discomfort of awaking
to my drool-drenched pillow
I depart our sanctuary
while it is still dark out
but I have a beacon
to guide me home
the light between
two trees
THE LIGHT BETWEEN TWO TREES!