The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
Early, soon comes my dawn
It appears, like my tears
Filled with care, this strange affair
Birds sing, eating to bring
Mystery’s thing, the memories cling
Won’t you share, this strange affair?
Seasons can range
Temperatures change
Clouds up above
Mating with love
If only my feeling was real
I could see, I could touch, I could feel
All that I have, I could give
I could feel I was starting to live
Time
All we need is time
Give me time