If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time

ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring

Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with

a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i

you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”

They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and

The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are

The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely