William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
Take me back
Father's arms
Able still
Now withered gone
I will never speak your name again
I will never shall we still pretend
Traces of a girl that I once knew
In evening now
She shadowed in the gray
Her covenant
To slowly slip away