Giving in

"For all the joys thy child shall bring the risk of grief we'll run." (A Child Loaned - Edward A. Guest) You're born, raised and then torn down, to look a little more like, everyone you...

I've got a shovel with your name on it. And a burial plot to bury my thoughts. Each day the days get so much bitter. This is no place for the weak hearted. Drown your sorrows somewhere else. Cause you...