09-18-2022, 07:13 PM
Alone, I stood. Looking at my Fire Zac Taylor Bus.
I drove around, with empty seats.
I did not allow myself to cry.
I believed in my cause.
One day they would come.
My cause was just.
I drove around, with empty seats.
I did not allow myself to cry.
I believed in my cause.
One day they would come.
My cause was just.
Like a teenage girl driving a Ferrari.
