We reap what we sow.
But the seeds of plants
I would not yet know,
Hide their secrets;
In the soles of my shoes
Where my heartache grows.
We reap what we sow. But the seeds of plants I would not yet know, Hide their secrets; In the soles of my shoes Where my heartache grows.
We reap what we sow.
But the seeds of plants
I would not yet know,
Hide their secrets;
In the soles of my shoes
Where my heartache grows.