The mountains are a despairing sight
And the forests join the ballet
The moon, it hardly rises at night
For fear of being seen
Even the willows sway with apprehension
The shade giving no protection
: : :
I won’t be home tonight
It’s going to be a long, long time
I’ll be a stranger
A stranger till the end
I’m a vagabond in this land
something from today,
n.j.
n.j.
2 notation[s]:
Nathan. I love this.
I like this. A lot. Especially the last bit.
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