Nocturnal
I knew a man once who wished he hadn’t been born.
He meant what he said.
He wasn’t a poseur.
In the few, radiant years I knew him
He never spoke for effect.
Nocturnal
I knew a man once who wished he hadn’t been born.
He meant what he said.
He wasn’t a poseur.
In the few, radiant years I knew him
He never spoke for effect.