In the woods is where I belong
stretched below the oaks so bold and strong
doubting nothing I’ve never said
lying alone in a mossy bed
the winds of change blow around my head
my life is changing as dieing leaves turn red
my good nature and attitude begins to rescind in my head
I am growing tired of defending my self to no end
silently awaiting fate i begin to blend
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

