Sunday, February 12, 2006

lying face down in the snow,
how my scarlet blood doth flow,
I lay here weak and dying,
wishing for my life that I'd stop crying,
it's been forever since I've seen your face,
I feel abandoned, like a disgrace,
I want to see you again, this is how I am wired,
yet stress has worn me down and I am tired,
who knows what tomorrow holds,
there may be a day in which we grow old-