You are viewing a single comment's thread from:RE: feliz diaView the full contextView the direct parentbanjo (56)in #alegria • 7 years ago Then I was young and unafraid...
And dreams were made and used and wasted...
There was no ransom to be paid.
No song unsung, no wine untasted.
But the tigers come at night, with their voices soft as thunder.
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
Jesus does that?