By the Sun of the Moon

Darling won't you rescue my heart from these flames I think will never depart
Darling won't you step in my shoes
They will show you everything that there is to lose

From the highest tree
Yes everybody wants that seed
Yet the lowest one is already done

Breathe enclosure
The sky is the lightning holder
Those who reach for the stars get stung
They aren't for everyone

Night shade is the right shade to lay this out.
The place to pray about
Be still within
Before the race is over you will win
2006 Piemerica-Incorperated-EternallyWritten by Emperor MAR
August 21, 2006
Lyrics & Poems