The snow starts to fall
After I die they build a wall
I want to go home
Where I can roam
The soup is cold again
I have the worst stomach pain
I try to always have hope
I will cope
****'s are everywhere telling us what to do
They are pure evil even the doctor laughs at our hue
Peter was the one I talked too and I may say I loved
We watched the doves
I work hard in the camp
It gets so damp
The nights are short the dogs bark
I miss going to the beach and the park