With a broken heart and a star in the sky I'll fly with you no matter how high. With a torn apart soul and luck on a stone I'll follow you where ever you may go. But one day I'll take the right road as you take the left. I won't be your love joke-never again. And I promise, oh I swear you'll look back and say, "I wish she still loved me but now she walks her own way."
Luck On A Stone
July 29, 2011