Comments about Casey Vest
Stepping out into the cold night.
No light in sight.
Clouds cover the stars and moonlight.
Cold chills run down my spine.
I cant beleave you left me behind.
One black rose fresh from the vine.
Will hang on my door for all time.
October eighth was the date.
The one time you made me wait.
Black tires go off the road.
Hopeing you wouldnt turn cold.
Your hair as black as my rose.
Soon you couldnt feel your toes.
Memorys run threw my mind of the accident you were there for mine.
My muddy feet from road to street.
You sitll said you loved me.