Chilled in the sin

Margaret
I've been to the land,
That you'll never imagine
I followed the trend
And felt inside engine

I've broken the aim
Which was guiding me through
Through all of my life
And saw all this shame

I tempted myself
I came into sin
I stepped into shell
And feel that it's fin

My genuine song
Will help me to tell you
About my gong
Gong to monastery

I'm tired of gossips
That surrounded me
I feel like a spouse
Of the evil's cousine

You'll never get me
I'm running too fast
Don't try to maintain me
Had to do it in past

Prepare yourself quick
That I'm going to sick
I'll vanish, collapse
You won't save me from lapse

I chilled to the bones
Thinking of you
I picked all the thornes
But... Still... I love you...


© Copyright: Margaret, 2003
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