One day shy of eight years old, my grandma passed away I was a broken hearted little boy, blowing out that birthday cake how I cried when the sky let go, with a cold and lonesome rain, mamma smiled, said… — Steve Wariner Copy Share Image
One day shy of eight years old, my grandma passed away I was a broken hearted little boy, blowing out that birthday cake how… — Steve Wariner Copy Share Image
