Don Williams, Jr ( 4 of 14 )
) Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
) Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
We fluctuate long between love and hatred before we can arrive at tranquillity
We fluctuate long between love and hatred before we can arrive at tranquillity
My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow
My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
