3 February 2013
Run my child from these dark dreams, Let your feet not hit the ground, Avoid the darkened twists of life's messed up themes, Let you never be found.
Run my child for the woods are ablaze, the heated flames are almost near, Let you rise in blackened sky's in the nights stared gaze, In your heart hold some cheer.
Run my child and hide away, For you in kindness are rare, Give your mind a joyous pride that you may run and pray, Know that I'm always there.
Run My Child • Opuss № I