In fields where nothing grew but weeds I found a flower at my feet Bending there in my direction I wrapped a hand around its stem And pulled until the
In fields where nothing grew but weeds, I found a flower at my feet, Bending there in my direction, I wrapped a hand around its stem, I pulled until the
Bản dịch: Rise Against. The Good Left Undone.
: In fields where nothing grew but weeds, I found a flower at my feet, Bending there in my direction, I wrapped a hand around its stem, I pulled until
In fields where nothing grew but weeds, I found a flower at my feet, Bending there in my direction, I wrapped a hand around its stem, I pulled until
men Hired the lovelorn veteran The killers rode out through the governor?s gates The Veteran left camp ?fore the rising sun No killer he?d left other work undone
