She stays with him on a familiar path The trees are the same just slightly more bent She climbs the hickory and surveys her horizon Upon descent, she curls her fingers around his Finds her footprints from before she cried and keeps walking
Our friend Bob Church passed away on April 29th. Bob was an amazing soul. My heart feels hurt. Hard to write right now, but I plan on a tribute to him in the near future. Please keep his wife Louise and his family in your prayers.
I am old skool rap and faded jeans Trolling the beach and gathering things I am worn too thin I am walking proud I am desert dust I am screaming loud I am looking out I am looking in I am calling chiefs I am rusty tin