My walls around me collide,
as the winds of nature,
makes bride,
how natural it is,
to do what she do,
slaying everything,
without knowing anything,
she loving the eagles of this earth,
loving not spiritual,
hating me,
for i lust and need her so,
she think I be creepy,
well baby,
don't have to be your creep,
you know,
I waited on you,
to be my bride,
but you choose other wise,
I thought you were to be mine,
you rap your arms clingingly,
around the eagle,
while I stand and watch,
you know my desires,
and reasons,
and creeped your are,
sorry honey,
don't have to be your creep,
see me go,
won't try anymore,
to find a tomorrow,
in your arms,
girl of wind.
