Post by Stoic Soul on Feb 7, 2005 8:02:37 GMT -5
My soul is in a coma, none of my friends can tell
spirit lingers, near the lakes of hell
Past thoughts of pain rack my mind
As I search in my heart, to find
My back door, my escape from the cold
So I might be enveloped in the warm fold
of a loved ones embrace, feelings so true
past thoughts I remember, now I rue
spirit lingers, near the lakes of hell
Past thoughts of pain rack my mind
As I search in my heart, to find
My back door, my escape from the cold
So I might be enveloped in the warm fold
of a loved ones embrace, feelings so true
past thoughts I remember, now I rue