Take me to the old dirts
just outside of Rome.
Allured by the Smoke
Escaping Ash.
I’m longing for
my heritage, for home.
The old gardens,
Is that warmth
too much to ask?
Take me to the old dirts
just outside of Rome.
Allured by the Smoke
Escaping Ash.
I’m longing for
my heritage, for home.
The old gardens,
Is that warmth
too much to ask?