"Come, follow Me. And I will make you fishers of men."

One eye on the clock



Windows down as the night blows in
Tap the beat on the wheel as the tires spin
Until we’re there crank the radio
We’ll join in with the songs we know

The city settles down, I watch the night sleeps. There’s a silent celebration for every breath breathed, like a stranger since it had been long.

Hm.

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