"KILLING SPREE"

A new road ahead, music in my ears I'm walking
against all my fears. A floor as my bed, hardly
sleeping, I spend time with friends instead.

Killing sprees of a mad man threaten my way back
home, instead I stay close by to friends and stories
and forget for once my far away home.

A feeling to write about, things already forgotten,
you and I were speaking out loud. These trees as a
roof, keep us from the cold and far from danger.

You're feelings are understood.

Killing sprees of a mad man threaten my way back
home, instead you and me share what we feel, so we
don't feel alone.