I stand here on this cold winter morning. Where I stood 8 years ago, graveside. And tears flow inside me. They don't reach my face. The things that protect me make me numb. And still I find in me the ...
I stand here on this cold winter morning. Where I stood 8 years ago, graveside. And tears flow inside me. They don't reach my face. The things that protect me make me numb. And still I find in me the ...