Wind blows down empty streets,
through empty parks,
past empty homes.
Alone sits a man,
a tired man,
an empty man.
The wind blows, He sobs
“My fault, all my fault.”
~ Michael Roberts (aka The Kat)
through empty parks,
past empty homes.
Alone sits a man,
a tired man,
an empty man.
The wind blows, He sobs
“My fault, all my fault.”
~ Michael Roberts (aka The Kat)
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