Dust In the Wind
Captured in this field of hell,
No way out,no one to tell.
Beaten by this masters hate,
No way out,they've locked the gate.
Burned by this scorching sun,
No way out,no where to run.
Born to this world of sin,
The only way out is the
Dust in the wind.
Copyright © Miranda Guillot | Year Posted 2005
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