gzagkagenius
so this is pretty much the product of my boredom on some lonely nights when I'm up late. haha nothing really special.
The wind gently blows through the grass
And ducks frolic amongst the reeds
An old woman sits in her chair looking through the glass
Knowing her child is out doing evil deeds
The beautiful serenity is disrupted by violence
And the sound of a gun murders the silence
The wind gently blows through the grass
And ducks frolic amongst the reeds
An old woman sits in her chair looking through the glass
Knowing her child is out doing evil deeds
The beautiful serenity is disrupted by violence
And the sound of a gun murders the silence