TheMoroccan

Shadow yaself son

TheMoroccan, Jun 4, 2004

And from the north woods Down to the valley In a world of hurting, I'm moving on And from the lighthouse Out on the ocean Can't climb the mountain, so very tall Said Lord please give me what I need He said there's pain and misery Oh sweet oblivion feels alright The hour is drawing ever closer And rolling over, won't let me be In the shadow of the season To find a reason, to carry on She calls me onward to her side And feels her song deep inside And find a reason

Shadow yaself son
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