Scamper the rats against the wall
Here the piper call
Two by two through doors of old
Has not this story been told
When the ice winds gather snow
Hopeless encounters hearts fall slow
Love left on the stairs of shallow
Growing pains of yellow
Still the waterfalls, no rainbows seen
Weary traveller lost in dreams
November heartache encounter fine
Dry bread and water desires wine
By GoldenRaven
