The first stain on these shoes are of cemetery earth.
The earth in which she buried.
Stains that I hope never wash away.
Third Season
I can smell it now
And feel it’s cool, crisp air
Fall is here again.
The first stain on these shoes are of cemetery earth.
The earth in which she buried.
Stains that I hope never wash away.
I can smell it now
And feel it’s cool, crisp air
Fall is here again.
