I’m a firefly boasting of his tail to the sun. Better is a child crying for milk. I was building a castle to the highest clouds. It was made of my finest sand. And you leveled it like a crashing wave. And me with Your plow. Over and over. Again and again.
The Builder Levels Me
The Builder Levels Me
The Builder Levels Me
I’m a firefly boasting of his tail to the sun. Better is a child crying for milk. I was building a castle to the highest clouds. It was made of my finest sand. And you leveled it like a crashing wave. And me with Your plow. Over and over. Again and again.