Post by darkknighttrinity on Mar 20, 2007 18:01:02 GMT -5
A few things I wrote by the seat of my pants (I like that metaphor, by the way).
Red Red, around we go
Black Black, now we fear
White White, all we love
Blue Blue, never we know
There's something hidden dark and tall
Shadows in the hearts of all
Deep inside, we can not reach
The pain itself, now shall leech
But one can fight, one can hope
To try to change, to try to cope
The end can't be decided by the start
For our hearts, there is no chart
Red Red, around we go
Black Black, now we fear
White White, all we love
Blue Blue, never we know
There's something hidden dark and tall
Shadows in the hearts of all
Deep inside, we can not reach
The pain itself, now shall leech
But one can fight, one can hope
To try to change, to try to cope
The end can't be decided by the start
For our hearts, there is no chart