Personal
I am like a raging bull or a bull that is raging, I’m not sure. Here he comes tumbling toward.
I am like a raging bull or a bull that is raging, I’m not sure. Here he comes tumbling toward.
I walked quietly into the night. Where the light is out of sight. I did not feel a single fright.
My eyes set upon the sun that seems to run from something to come. It reminds me of a son
