Six times

Walking down the farm

never got too far

a never ending path in since 1923.

I love the sun

I love to have fun

but man I'll never ever run.

 Sometimes

when mother was gone  

runners passed by.

I'd spot with my little eye

the fasted,the rudest,the brightest

and I wonder who would win,

without an ending line within.

Black leather,

ghoul skin,

anybody let him here

who's this?

The confusion I feel!

sorry my mother but the winner  is here

Lets take the dark roses

and eat what we please 

six months seem like foever

but with the ring we made a deal

RUN

RUN

RUN 

I am breaking free

I thanks him for letting me see

sometimes you have to die to ever live.