The Shining, by Ivy Jordan Subscribe to rss feed for Ivy Jordan

As dawn arises
The old west came to glow
Out in a dilemma
Out in a evil gloom

Beneath the west’s past
Was an old secret?
Wheedle the millions
Dread by people

What is the secret?
Lies in the quiet place
Rumored to be haunted
Peace never set on human race

Human race never ceases
Fled to escape misery
On the first place
The place has no eternity

Now, the old west shining
The rags to riches
Come near and far
In quest of the new place called The West.


2004 Jordan
Posted: 2005-03-22 03:11:24 UTC

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