Leaves falling from a tree
An arrow through a stone
Plenty of fish in the Dead Sea
No door, but I have a key
The bird has flown
In the crack of a street
A flower all forlorn
The wolf he eats all the meat
The lamb was all wet in sweat
Feelings were born
The hunt was fast, and all well planed
The lamb was passed, the wolf he ran
Nobody knew, it was too late
She had no clue, took her estate
They tried to help, she said no way
They heard a yelp, they heard the slay
Thought she would win, but they were wrong
It was no sin, he played his song
And then, the final spell he cast
The lamb was caught at last
No one will ever know
What the wolf did that night
The whole act was a cunning show
The lamb thought it was true love
Maybe she was right…
The Lamb
Jeg skrev denne etter en plutselig kjærlighetssorg. Det er egentlig en sang. Den bare ble sånn, og jeg klarer ikke endre på den. Dere kan gjerne komme med forslag til forbedringer.
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