They wanted to be loved. They surrendered in a fairy tale and in a collective moan asked for more.
By Kel Dayheart
They wanted to be loved. They surrendered in a fairy tale and in a collective moan asked for more.
Sheriff star is rusted There's tumbleweeds abound It's a ghost town
I always seem to fall So very hard And oh so quickly Into love And darling, you are No exception -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 