Deserted
When darkness falls
upon the streets of New York
there's an heavy burden
that crosses my heart
It pierces like a crown of thorns
see those Demons start to stalk
where's this God when I need him most?
just an appearance, a little talk -
Seems to me I'm on my own
As darkness falls and evil prevails
I have no weapons, seems now no God
my soul and I are waiting for death
Whichever way it curtails -
B...
Written 13 June 2007
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B.R.Walker UK
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