…and sometimes it was you that drank that bottle dry.
They picked the shards from your scalp.
Stitched your wounds.
Had faith in you, and faith that you would share that faith, when you had lost it.
Even when all has been drained…
DON’T
LOSE
FAITH.
…and sometimes it was you that drank that bottle dry.
They picked the shards from your scalp.
Stitched your wounds.
Had faith in you, and faith that you would share that faith, when you had lost it.
Even when all has been drained…
DON’T
LOSE
FAITH.
Ebb Then Flood 