Excerpt from Holes
If only if only the woodpecker cries the bark on the trees were as soft as the skies as the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
if only if only the moon speaks no reply reflecting the sun and all that's gone by be strong my weary wolf turn around boldly fly high my baby bird my angel my only.
ScriptlyScholar · Sat May 19, 2007 @ 08:38pm · 0 Comments |