Wednesday, March 12, 2014

The Flood

My days are growing so dark
When it all became so clear
I miss you so dear, so dear
I wish that your were mine
But things are so dark still
With the Floodtide Tempest
The seas are raging amidst
I Love you here and still
But time is not a friend
So I will change the view
Of all so many of them
As I know they speak of you
I refuse to Listen, Listen.