Copyright © December 9, 2005 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.All rights reserved You've locked me out, my house, my home, and left no choice, but for to roam. I look into the window, to the warmth I once knew, there beside you, in a dream come true, but now I stand in the shivering cold, as I bide my time and quickly grow old.
You've locked me out, my house, my home, and left no choice, but for to roam. I look into the window, to the warmth I once knew, there beside you, in a dream come true, but now I stand in the shivering cold, as I bide my time and quickly grow old.