A place to hide

Written by: glyn norton




These woods are dark
No one will hear my cry
These woods are dark
No one to see me die.

This knife of mine is very sharp
Will I not feel the pain
This knife of mine is very sharp
Cut deep into my vein.

The flames so hot inside my car
The pain now starts to fade
The flames so hot inside my car
Now alone, I am so afraid.


Too late now to go for help
My heart is pounding fast
Too late now to go for help
Now, my time has passed.