Blue Sun Room FILK - FILK
Where can I go
As the hunt goes on
Man searching for me
In the overgrown brush
Hunting for my blood
Where can I run
As they stick the blame on me
A crime I did not do
Hiding in the wilderness left by man
Hoping they can't pick up my scent
Who will mourn for me
When they catch me
When the bury me
Will she be there
To shed the tears I can't
Comments
JWINTERWOLF
Thursday, 17 August 2006 06:56
very clean
Thursday, 17 August 2006 11:04
I like the feeling of being hunted that you conveyed here, and the reasons being for wrongful placing of blame was a nice touch too.
Thursday, 17 August 2006 15:24
Nice. I really like this one a lot. I LOVE that you conveyed that hunted feeling in here.
Sunday, 20 August 2006 18:37
Almost feels like River taking a new tack with her fears of being caught:D
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