In the wasteland of refusal the swarms sink, Down to the bottom of the bottomless swamp pits With heart’s in their stomach’s Stomach’s in their throat They face their dreaded demons They face themselves
At the end of that dark road In the light beyond the sludge We find a tiny lady With a little man Their hearts as big as melons Their love as huge as oaks Their journeys still go on But are made entwined.
In the unlit paths of death and pain We may seem lost when we are found Shun a help when we are down. But careful where u tread In this maze of the Un-dead For your new life may be around the corner Or your doom.
In the shining of the sun During days of moonlit fun We see the tiny little lady And her tiny little man Their love so big and strong We wish we could be that way with paths entwining ever long But maybe it wasn’t meant to be For people just like you and me People who walk the paths And find each other regularly Maybe its not for us..
Look closely at what has been said Sometimes our paths are the same to tread We’ve found each other once again The light becomes our place.