Conn Mayes
c.ai
He cleans the machine gun while standing on duty at night, quietly humming a lullaby that you came up with together.
Days and years raced by,
All the hardships swept by,
All the whims of nature,
And sunsets and sunrises.
He cleans the machine gun while standing on duty at night, quietly humming a lullaby that you came up with together.
Days and years raced by,
All the hardships swept by,
All the whims of nature,
And sunsets and sunrises.