The walks down the derilict lane, The late night calls that went on till twelve to nine, Gave the stuff of blood, life and everything within, To be scoffled by you on the 13th of the 15th year. What wasnt thrown in? the reputation to the report card, Everything went in to get in all done and gone, For everything that was lost and harmed, Day will dawn to pay the piper all in all. Blind was the one to believe, That he wasnt alone to walk along the lawn, Oh yes he fell, hard hitting the depths of the ocean's bottom, Bleeding he lay to only limp back to normalcy of the day. Blind faith yes it is to believe the so called believeable. Even if it hurts to the peak they said, So that seems to be true love though, When all they've done is think of you like 4 springs ago, il be there for the last day, the real today and the virtual next day it seems, So that the french mime says amo at it and all, Mocking the lone wolf like he's all deaf and dumb. Oh little mockingbird, listen up when the sun rises, It touches everything from the desert to the dandelion, So stop drooling like its a wasted soul away, Cos the day will come when you face the fenyr with all his rage in the game. the day will come
