Jarodx4
10-22-2008, 02:03 AM
Back In The Day
My home-made woolen sweater,
the sheeps wool sheared off for my craving,
walking out in the frost like pavement,
My leather shoes splash the droplets like little ants.
Gazing around,footstep after footstep,
thinking of my parents...wounder were they'll be?
Maybe in the bank?maybe in the house.
Searching for my parents,left,right,up,down,
no were to be seen.
Please!im not an orphan!I have parents!
no one will take me away,not even my friends.
I am determined to find them,Sleeping my cold nights in a rugged sack,not knowing who is stalking.
Am i safe?will i ever see my parents?
well thats for me to find out...
My home-made woolen sweater,
the sheeps wool sheared off for my craving,
walking out in the frost like pavement,
My leather shoes splash the droplets like little ants.
Gazing around,footstep after footstep,
thinking of my parents...wounder were they'll be?
Maybe in the bank?maybe in the house.
Searching for my parents,left,right,up,down,
no were to be seen.
Please!im not an orphan!I have parents!
no one will take me away,not even my friends.
I am determined to find them,Sleeping my cold nights in a rugged sack,not knowing who is stalking.
Am i safe?will i ever see my parents?
well thats for me to find out...