Post by Mist LightRose on Aug 13, 2009 12:24:30 GMT -5
Mist sat in the nearest chair in the music room, smiling. She grabbed the nearest guitar, started strumming, and sang a small chorus of a song she made up.
" I wonder what they're doing right no-o-ow, my parents,
This life can't be earned,
Witch,
That's what I am,
Who we are.
I can't deny it,
We can't deny it,
No, no, no. "
" I wonder what they're doing right no-o-ow, my parents,
This life can't be earned,
Witch,
That's what I am,
Who we are.
I can't deny it,
We can't deny it,
No, no, no. "
