First To Love, Most To Hate
I stand ready and willing
Face the fight ahead, I must live the past away
So here I sleep, in the absence of love and hate and all between
Over and for all, the end of the world
I beg to set free my hands of shackles
Imploring for the forgotten truth submersed in a dream of a lie
She came on a star, the ground will crumble beneath
Guiving light, shelter, and above all, love
Forst to my heart never be forgotten in time's breadth
The moments I sleep, her face is all I need
All she sees now is a killer, I think I'll kill her now
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2006
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