And then there’s another
Truth again
A small type of truth
One is ashamed to say
How small.
The half-squashed berry
In the child’s hand
He holds out to you
Looks big
By comparison.
And then there’s another
Truth again
A small type of truth
One is ashamed to say
How small.
The half-squashed berry
In the child’s hand
He holds out to you
Looks big
By comparison.