by A.B. » Tue May 03, 2005 10:29 pm
WHEN YOU WALK THROUGH A STORM
HOLD YOUR HEAD UP HIGH
AND DONT BE AFRAID OF THE DARK
AT THE END OF THE STORM
THERES A GOLDEN SKY
AND A SWEET SILVER SONG OF A LARK
WALKKKKK ON THROUGH THE WIND
WALKKK ON THROGH THE RAIN
THOOUGGHH YOUR DREAMS BE TOSSED AND BLOWN
WALKKKKK ON WALLLLKKKK ON WITTTTHHHHH HOOPPPE IN YOUR HEAAAAAAAART
AND YOULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL NEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVEEEEEEER WALK ALONE
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLL
NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR
WAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOONNNNNNEEEEE
YNWA - DrummerPhil
Gone but not forgotten
R.I.P.