Memories, like wisps of smoke,Drifting in and out of mind,Some are bright and clear as day,Others faded, hard to find.
When did this bruise startwhy can’t It healWhy is It so hardfo understand how l feel
The person you are right now is the person you would’ve felt save with as a kid
In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, there lived a young woman named Elara…