the mournful draw of the bow across the strings
did I choose it or did it choose me
this morning of mourning
why do we fathers and mothers parents
become
when the ache as they move on
is more than one should bear
this is life
the mournful draw of the bow across the strings
did I choose it or did it choose me
this morning of mourning
why do we fathers and mothers parents
become
when the ache as they move on
is more than one should bear
this is life