I am a Canadian writer. I didn't know what kind of stories I wanted to create until I found a story that was serious but lighthearted, funny, and silly. Those are the kind of stories I am going to bring into fruition. Happy reading!
(Verse 1) Little girl grew up on her own. Momma was gone. And Daddy worked for too long. She became a mother. To her sisters and brothers.
(Intro/chorus) Why should it matter to me? When I don't have a son or a daughter waiting on me .Why should it matter to me?
Forward As a shade in The Land Of The Dead, I am constantly looking for color in my eternity. I'm kind of in limbo right now. It's called The In-between and that's been my fate for... Oh Grim. I don't know how long I've been here like this... Excuse me.