Guess
I would have never guess what came
What the hell is coming
Everything seems the same
But nothing is the same
The lion will never be tamed
Run away, run away into the field far
To try and hide that blemish of a scar
You've seen to much
You've guessed too far
To erase your memory is what u wish on a shooting star
Knock on my door little child
Let me heal all your fears
Save them up
The time is near
~Shady Lane~
January 9, 2005
