Soon I'll have to leave my room
an easy quest, you would assume...
Sit back and relax while I tell you my tale
of how I became so soulless and pale...
My dearest darling, I write in regret
my time has come but please do not fret...
Early one morning I awoke with a fright
To find that a darkness had stolen all light...
Now I lay me to down to sleep
while soldiers fall and children weep...
My dearest darling, I write in regret
my time has come but please do not fret...
Sit back and relax while I tell you my tale
of how I became so soulless and pale...
Delusive men possessing lust
fill victims with abysmal trust...
I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives. |
Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear, and the blind can see. |