I choose the rooms that I live in with care, the windows are small and the walls almost bare, there's only one bed and there's only one prayer; I listen all night for your step on the stair. . . . i think it's time for hotel week
i was studying the scriptures when something came to mind i've never been to texas and i've never met my son i always walked with both feet down and i'll never know the score whenever snow finds my face it melts before i know.