I'll come to you tonight, dear, when it's late, You will not see me you may feel a chill. I'll wait until you sleep, then take my fill,And that will be your future on a plate.They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate.
I'll come to you tonight, dear, when it's late, You will not see me you may feel a chill. I'll wait until you sleep, then take my fill,And that will be your future on a plate.They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories