Wishing hasn’t brought me much
Of anything but sorrow;
The faithless live a thousand dreams
And do not fear the morrow
Sapient or circumspect
I’m rarely called by many:
I know I must yet still have hopes,
I just can’t think
Of any
Other People's Feelings
Wishing hasn’t brought me much
Of anything but sorrow;
The faithless live a thousand dreams
And do not fear the morrow
Sapient or circumspect
I’m rarely called by many:
I know I must yet still have hopes,
I just can’t think
Of any