It all withers away, and
I still place the flowers to stay
A blessing
A curse,
A reminder, of
One’s all too shallow time
On Earth.
My old cat and first daughter
All I choose is to bless her grave
With more flowers.
It all withers away, and
I still place the flowers to stay
A blessing
A curse,
A reminder, of
One’s all too shallow time
On Earth.
My old cat and first daughter
All I choose is to bless her grave
With more flowers.