William Fitzsimmons
Matter
As we drive down North of 85
Passing state lines like a ghost
As if you might still be alive
Holding onto what I can even
Though it’s just a lie
That doesn’t matter anymore
You were a lovely child prettier than I knew
You lost your husband in the war plus all that I have put you through
There is a love I have I never gave to you
That doesn’t matter anymore
From Letras Mania