A tad bit past the wooden sign just a couple miles down highway six there'll be path beneath the leaves and sticks, where all good dogs go to die you'll never hear a childs cry none exept his own, just man and friend alone where all dogs go to die The forest sad, it tries to hide one last walk, one last talk where all dogs go to die A deviant move, crouched beside No words, just tears For all the years For the good dog that died (Drove passed a place that looked like a place where people would take their dogs to...)
Good start, man. I would say that the last two stanzas get more abstract than the first two, and as a result they aren't as strong. This has potential, keep working it!
thanks for all the words. Yea i wrote that randomly, having only the main line in my head. Got like 50 tucked away from the last year but most of them arent very good.