sábado, 30 de abril de 2011

The Wolf


Eyes black, big paws and
Its poison and
Its blood
And big fire, big burn
Into the ashes
And no return

We took you right
From your mother’s home
Our temple, your tomb
Can be your pick
Not pawned
The poison is blood

We’ve been calling
Black paw who’s soaring

We go out in the morning
Down the trail
To somewhere

You are the sound that I hear
We are not standing
We are falling

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