Old Poem by frosted fire

If youre growin old
id like to be your friend
you got a burning soul
the one that I amend

The girl I saw myself
will keep me away from you
and torture your own self
that will do ya very good

She’s the one that I adore
the one that makes me melt
and if im getting cold
she warms me till the end

the tales that you are telling
are shuffling in the sky
they will kill ya. what your doing?
your just a waste of time