Unworthy am I
Unworthy am I, unworthy, in all that you wish and in all that you've made. The price is too high and the road is too long from strangers so far from strangers too near and sure, we all care in our own special way. I did not see a baby alone in that painting now lost and set free in it's new home No, I saw a mother with her child. I saw a mother with her child... And no other prescription could be legal. Sign in to see full entry.