Oh uh,. I see fingers, hands and shades of faces,. Reachin up and not quite touchin the promised land,. I hear pleas and prayers and a desperate whisper sayin,. Hold on please give us a helpin han
Hey Izabella. Girl, I'm holding you in my dreams every night. Yeah, but you know good well baby,. You know we got this war to fight. Well, I'm calling you under fire. Well, I hope you're receivin
