Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Castle
I wonder how it’ll feel
Walking past the castle next year
Locked out, forgotten the password
Looking inside from here.
Maybe I’ll hide under my hood
And ride on, for I have no sword,
Three stories, a family, love;
I left on my own accord.
The corner on the round table,
Was never meant to be,
Shave off the edge,
And the team will be free.
The guts to face a dragon,
The soul to do their best
The passion to commit arson,
You’ll be fine with the rest.
