come on over
no turning back when awe takes hold of you
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
no turning back when awe takes hold of you
in a verse that whispers rhymes and rhythms to itself
Cuz it’s important our intentions, the reasons why
Oh now he’s overheated?
It must be magic makes the flowers
Returning home quietly within my dream Stepped out of my cloud looked down the hill To see my mother and