03/12/15
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for