Dungeons and Castles
There comes a time,
When the sun won't shine,
And all is dark.
There comes a day,
When all fades away,
And your left alone,
Dark and lonely moments,
Surrounding the heart,
In despair.
Like a prison in time,
That chains your mind,
To it's memory.
And another day, empty,
Fades away,
Into the past.
The time is killed,
And life is filled,
With pain.
But we create our own past,
As it slips away so fast.
Like thunder in the air,
The wind in our hair,
It comes and goes.
Oh, how the lonely man knows,
These dungeons are our castles.
Written by: Vandon Tricamo
11-14-97 AD |
