|
People grow and stop believing
They're too worried about their hectic lives
Some never believed at all
Can't you see your killing them?
Not just the beast but the legend?
I fear the day, that all will say
What is that? I've never heard
And I will have to explain
They are beasts of white
With long white flowing tails and manes
They're eyes are black, but gentle
And from their forehead grow a crystal horn
They are good, they are kind
They were here to help
Take us away from our troubles for a bit
Make us smile when we see their picture
And dream peaceful dreams, that we could never forget
But now my heart sheds tears
And my eyes sting
Thinking about
How they might just be forgotten
|
