Stammering through the slushing mud, I desperately cling to the redeeming hope, That if I can just make it through this labrynth of souls, I can once again Be with the one I love. Love is what got me into this mess, But it is love And love alone, That can get me out. I wouldn't change a thing, As I trudge through the muc, If it means I can be with him in the end. The labrynth of souls seems truely endless, But that is only because love has no end.
SonicBeauty · Mon Oct 11, 2004 @ 03:20am · 0 Comments |