Chris

The year Lady passed away, I couldn't get past the blues, was sunken day by day, I hated to be alone, or see anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you were an angel, I haven't got a clue, how to deal with rage, you arranged the loans, introduced me to the crew, put jelly on my bones, before this game, I only thought of you, and what you created, when you started to waste, useless cooking food, it has a different taste, your tune still resonates, in all that I do, even in this digital age God bless the loving fool.