thestrengthofaknewfoundworld

Well on my wayI smell the rainRumblins of a stormThe cowards will runThe warchild will fightThey'll bring the world to it's kneesHow will I knowWhere will we go from hereI'll tell you it's not what you dream about atNight aloneAnd I runTending the woundsI . . . 阅读详情