2013-04-08 20:27:49羅拔
The Pressure
The pressure falls upon my shoulder is your weight
And I walk slow, but more stable
For so long we walk
And you say, with the voice of a child
"Dad, when will you put me down?"
And I walk slow, but more stable
For so long we walk
And you say, with the voice of a child
"Dad, when will you put me down?"