just a new born hatchling about to venture out into the evil and twisted battle of existance |
I've drifted down this dusty road, forlorn
Memories like tumbleweed whisk by on cool breeze...
This mystic world that we grow in,
shoots memories and pain through me...
Look upon me where i sleep
What lag there upon my slacken face...
Watch the girl so closely
she was the apple of your eye...