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
Writer/s: William Fitzsimmons
