i walk the road each day
hoping ill find that someone that can help me find my way
i make the right choice but everyone is dissapointed
i try so hard but it dosent matter
i do good but it turns on me like a pack of wolves and i as the prey
i try to run from them but their catching up
hiding behind a tree my last chance
then they stop
stare me straight in the eyes
suddenly a strong wind comes
the wolves get worried and run away
i go to a little shelter ahead and sit
out of no where the sun starts to shine and all the wolves are dead
i was saved
saved by an angel
Saturday, September 6, 2008
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