Mother your children are like birds
Verse 1 appcodemonster.com ipatineteelectrico.com mic-globe.ca For as long as I can remember, The windows always glowed for me, In the room filled with quiet spring, And embroidered towels on the wall. In that sacred, peaceful chamber, A child’s heart would read and know Shevchenko’s kind and watchful eyes, And golden patterns in a row. Chorus…