Not too far up the street from the flowers, scrawled on a blue wall
sometime recently, it says “Sing Loud”. It’s the kind of advice I need
this morning, when my head’s heavy from the usual pointless worry that I
just can’t escape.
Not too far up the street from the flowers, scrawled on a blue wall
sometime recently, it says “Sing Loud”. It’s the kind of advice I need
this morning, when my head’s heavy from the usual pointless worry that I
just can’t escape.