Who or what do you think it is that we’re fighting?
Will they ever understand?
But I could also find peace in it. Because it’s one of the oldest feelings I know;
Being a child who has secrets with himself,
and protects those secrets
with his life.
Who or what do you think it is that we’re fighting?
Will they ever understand?
But I could also find peace in it. Because it’s one of the oldest feelings I know;
Being a child who has secrets with himself,
and protects those secrets
with his life.
