Make It Through
the dark path into the untouched night
filled with horror, baby hold me tight
trees reach over the path to trap us
this winding road, dead ends to daze us
its horrific game is being played well
these woods hold me like a prison cell
bright red eyes stare us down through the dark
strange noise pierce our ears, not a good journey to embark
to make it through, all i need is you
to make it through, would mean our love is true
Copyright © Macy Southern | Year Posted 2010
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