The weather is changing
I'd rather keep running
The cloud is nearing
and the gleam is disappearing…

Lost in a fog I wander
Walking on a cliff I'm cold
The grass is wet and rough
and I can't see enough.

I better stay here tonight
I better cool down and sleep away
Cos' everything here is black
and I can't turn back.



I'm still here, waiting for a rescue
Come to me, I don't care who you are
Everything is better then dying
and honey, you know where I'm lying.

Save me…



-Pardus-
Náttúrubarn, landfræðinemi, veiðimaður, ljóðskáld og alls konar manneskja.