All the old ones are leaving us now, time ticks on as they slip through the back door. All the songs are silenced now, they won’t be sung like that anymore. All the old ones are leaving us now, and…
Documenting the Human Experience
All the old ones are leaving us now, time ticks on as they slip through the back door. All the songs are silenced now, they won’t be sung like that anymore. All the old ones are leaving us now, and…