Young lovers died in the sun
Sorrow was how they had fun
From each other they had run
Only to return when it was all done
Young lovers cried in the dark
No songs to sing as they made tracks
Trees, rivers, all to redeem their weary souls.
That lurked like hopeless ghouls
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 10:32 PM UTC
Young lovers died in the sun
Sorrow was how they had fun
From each other they had run
Only to return when it was all done
Young lovers cried in the dark
No songs to sing as they made tracks
Trees, rivers, all to redeem their weary souls.
That lurked like hopeless ghouls