Beschrijving
WingsWe returned to the woods from a three-day journeythrough the dizzy land of the casino.Today’s a Saturday morning resurrection.Somewhere in my family DNA, a Christiansings the Sermon on the Mount, the only words in the Book that matter.Across the web, Mozart thrills anyone who needs, who dares to listen. In every note, he sacrificed his life,as if he had no cares about legacy.Little Billie watches me with pensive, smiling eyes. I have her photo on my wall to help me keep my head out of the sand.Admit it, Tommy, your dreams when you fly without wingscome true when you love. Nothing else in this worldbrings you such exhilaration.
