Apr 19, 2005 22:29
The dark trees whisper
And the moon is bright
The wood is silent
In the dead of night
The world is sleeping
As it passes me by
I walk the dark path
And I start to cry
And It's not right
But I can't stop running
With the comfort of the night
To travel by night
The night is dark, bitter cold,
The moon is shining bright and bold.
Stars glitter with a silver light,
On this dark and lonely night.
I was once a rushing fire through a great meadow
Now im just a Fallen Shadow
(As silent as a shadow, and just as hard to flee.)