Views
Viewing from the top of a mountain
The water from my drenched coat
Running like a fountain
Mysteries seem to have me under a spell
You don't understand me, but trust me I can tell
Cause my life is a fantasy
My last name is Fennessey
Sike it is Destiny
Once upon a time
The views were mine
But domestic peasants found out
Now I am in a drought
Because this place
Was the only place
That I could face
And quenched my loneliness
For I felt a spirit near-by
No evil spirit
But a good spirit
That enabled my mind
To think positive
And feel positive
The vibes were under my control
Now I lost the control
So I think I may just find another place
And hopefully look for grace
Because I committed a sin
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