The wind was cold,
And i was bare...

Why is there a Good,
In the word goodbye...

His tears are not silver,
They aren't made of gold...

A majestic beast,
With yellow eyes...

This boy met a girl,
She completed his world...

Two sides to every story,
The truth and the lie...

A lil dream i dreamed last night
a boy with a girl by his side...

He heard them loud and clear,
Even from this far...

***Before you read the following please NOTE that...
I don't know how to end this...

You'll walk alone that lonely path,
Its something you must do...

They say to me 'that it is true'
they say to me 'it has feelings too...

They dumped me in the Forrest,
Alone and by myself...