Crushed between two slices of woe
Is a slice of hope that will cease to grow.
And when all is devoured, the sorrow shall linger
And pour into the soul as one licks their fingers.
Sandwich
Crushed between two slices of woe
Is a slice of hope that will cease to grow.
And when all is devoured, the sorrow shall linger
And pour into the soul as one licks their fingers.
