As the sun sets in to the dark A soul is free from this world Of hate As the light of the moon shinse on to a lake, You see the soul on the water, As you look into a camp fire, What do you see? A soul, As you hear the howling of the wind, what do you see or hear? A soul crying out To get out of this place. As the moon sets And the sun back up. You can see, You can see it now, that everything and everyone one, Have a soul, As they pass on, Your soul is set free from this world of hate.
Star Stealing Kidd · Sun Jan 08, 2006 @ 07:07am · 0 Comments |