There is a passing in life, from the creativity of a child to the real life. Still as I look back, those were the best days of life..
Young and in love with the sound of music in your ears, trust and lust for more Publishers bought your music for a dime, let you think you might make it here
Mary stopped to hold me We both to see the man Tears of fear like life ran Both so young We never did understand We were just lovers Playing the band
Night time came quickly As took the stage Her voice like an angel Dropped the rage Every eye filled with tears and I just stood Trying to control my fear
Colored lights and joy she took a bard changed from a man back to a boy
Pure of innocent stood before the man he said you know child I can turn you to the cell or release you to the street let me think on it a spell
I came before him Age and wisdom in my eyes He looked at me Said I believe it was suicide
Song died on the stage Voice of heart Country paid
Forty years have come and gone She still sings on the radio I have been long gone
She called me today Said there is not a day I do not think of you and pray
Strange as it goes I found happy in a kid with a runny nose We were lovers and writers But times have changed Life was good when love did not have name
The quaint little town of Pinecrest in the mountains of Arizona faces its most harrowing challenge yet—a chilling murder that sends shockwaves through the community.
Marcus Lee, Pinecrest's newly appointed police chief, finds himself at the cente
Maria, raised in the Mafia and educated by the gangs of New York, is hunting the man who killed her Akalina, and she will kill anyone who gets in her way.
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