The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.
Libba BrayTonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.
Libba BrayThe face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.
Libba BrayTonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.
Libba Bray