Sour Memories
I saw a deer in the borrow ditch.
It lied there, snapped in half as the cars flew by.
I see Its face in the rocks and trees.
I hear Its taunting in the voices of others.
I saw a deer in the borrow ditch.
It lied there, snapped in half as the cars flew by.
I see Its face in the rocks and trees.
I hear Its taunting in the voices of others.