The Wonder of It All

ten comes rumble is it any wonder fasten the window pane in the utter insant below is the outer court jester in the fixture fasten the applause to bleed no hanging shade you have reached the desrt smile still to know all the great while sadness begins wth a spotted port all to weak you stand helpless in between come closer to me there is enough shaded Pine grafted from its design in pillage to vain all ports you got me on solitude through the duration of time to summon the Willow all is at gas taking a turn for the worst heavy hearse longing for the variation of time swans do shine why you wallow in the outer banks searching for a harness caused by fate I exist as a song can't we all get along the rattle snake has called it fate love the Willow as does gone before there are hero's in the sunset dashed to the door make me bleed below the trees rivers bleed shade of pine created by a historic design I'm a fixture caught in time