Her, I think of often —
Can I still picture, though,
What she looked like back when
Dreams were yet in her heart,
Men could turn into heroes,
And love was a real possibility?
To share is human:
Can I Still Picture?
Her, I think of often —
Can I still picture, though,
What she looked like back when
Dreams were yet in her heart,
Men could turn into heroes,
And love was a real possibility?
