Ricky was a young boy, He had a heart of stone. Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone. Just barely got out of school, came from the edge of town. Fought like a switchblade so no one could ta
Woke up to the soothing sound of pouring rain. The wind would whisper and I'd think of you. And all the tears you cried, that called my name. And when you needed me I came through. I paint a picture o