I wrote it today in Business Studies.
I'm sure that it might not sound right, but if you don't understand a part tell me...'kay here it is:
Memories in my head are spinning,
It pains to know that they are winning.
I lie my head upon the wood,
I would cry if I could.
Buts years of tears have made me dry,
& since then I can no longer cry.
I wouldn't dare risk the attention,
or I'd be forced into dark detention.
Quietly I pray to thee,
take my life away from me!
May I die before I wake.
I wish for the fire, my body to take.
So I'll be without care.
Part of the fire, land, sea & air.
It pains to know that they are winning.
I lie my head upon the wood,
I would cry if I could.
Buts years of tears have made me dry,
& since then I can no longer cry.
I wouldn't dare risk the attention,
or I'd be forced into dark detention.
Quietly I pray to thee,
take my life away from me!
May I die before I wake.
I wish for the fire, my body to take.
So I'll be without care.
Part of the fire, land, sea & air.