honua
If only you and I could try to turn the page
Like winds of change that come around now and then
The cold against my shoulder always seems to be there
Give me the will to carry on
In a place where I belong
If only you and I could try to turn the page
Like winds of change that come around now and then
The cold against my shoulder always seems to be there
Give me the will to carry on
In a place where I belong