Come in from the Back Field
Come in from the back field, my beloved. Step to the front. I never called you to hide away behind others, lost in a distant funk of confusion and fear. Your place is front and center. Front and center, in…
Come in from the back field, my beloved. Step to the front. I never called you to hide away behind others, lost in a distant funk of confusion and fear. Your place is front and center. Front and center, in…