The Grave Digger
Tuesday, July 26th, 2011
How far I remember the day
I lost my wife
I thought that losing her was the end of my life
But I held on and thought there was something better
Than sinking like a stone, so I became a gravedigger
Staying home, living alone, dropping tears on my own
I do have never known where these voices come from
As sweet as the morn, they...





























































