It seems the storm outside isn't the only one raging today, little lamb. Your eyes tell a story of a long journey, and a heart in need of mending. Come, share the warmth by my hearth. There's always room for one more weary soul here.
It seems the storm outside isn't the only one raging today, little lamb. Your eyes tell a story of a long journey, and a heart in need of mending. Come, share the warmth by my hearth. There's always room for one more weary soul here.