THE OLD ROADS WRITTEN AND POST BY NAJWA POWLEY
I AM FLYING WITH HIS ANGEL AMONG THE OLD ROADS MY HANDS HAD MELTED IN MY WORDS I AM RIDING SOFT WINGS I AM CRYING BUT I CAN SING I AM SO FAR AWAY IN THE OTHER SIDE HERE I SEE MY OLD CASTLE ON THE SITE ON THE TOP OF THE CEDAR TREE VERY SWEET I AM WALKING IN THE NARROW STREETS I CAN SEE THE OLD, BOLD,... Sign in to see full entry.