A short poem, painting a picture through the eyes of a guardian.
'So sing along my little one,
For in your sounds, I'll be safe'
There will never be a shortage of a sinner. They may never find reason to help the less fortunate,
For even when he dies,
'the legacy still remains, for his sons to do the same'
A short poem, painting a picture through the eyes of a guardian.
'So sing along my little one,
For in your sounds, I'll be safe'
There will never be a shortage of a sinner. They may never find reason to help the less fortunate,
For even when he dies,
'the legacy still remains, for his sons to do the same'