Bumpy folds
Where I go
When the night is long
And the days are slow
Over the crest of the
Starched shirts
Is a new day
Waiting to start
Bumpy folds
Where I go
When the night is long
And the days are slow
Over the crest of the
Starched shirts
Is a new day
Waiting to start
The life can also be a bumpy road. Sometimes full of obstacles….😊😊