mardi, octobre 24, 2006

A chase

And those demons of the past
That I chase around
With this new weapon you gave me

And I strike fast
Beat them to the ground
And make sure there's nothing left to see

After the combat, its me who's gonna last
My voice thats gonna sound
So that ''we'' gonna be

2 commentaires:

Unknown a dit...

I got all excited that I saw an english language post here so that I could read something!

Anonyme a dit...

hey, your english is pretty good in this poem i have to say. good job!