From cradle to the grave Should I ever be a slave? I’ve never felt so brave I just want to break away. I have waited for too long. Now I’m going to play my song. For all what I’ve been through, I’ve turned a nemesis. Walking through the fire and haze, I shall come to end your days. When...
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Blood on the World's Hands
The Golden Sun, His innocence,His tears dry before they leave his eyes.Looking at the plight of men,And their evil shroud of certain doom. They know not where their ways lead,For their sins of evil, lust...
