Sunday, 3 October 2004

Cryptic Writings #5

Dont want your aid

But the fist I made

For you cant hold no fear

No not from me

So please excuse me while i tell you how I feel

 

But now the dreams and waking screams

That ever last the night

So I build a wall

Behind i crawl and hide until its light

Can you here your baby's crying now

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