Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their

The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly

“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know

I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could

gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the

Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside

The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely

They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and