You walk, You battle,
You level, You rappel...
The roar of the demons shook the world,
the tiles in the ceiling began to rain down...
That which rides
a witchs broom...
Slowly creeping by above,
high up in the sky...
That time of year when things we
saw when we had to many come...
You pulled up in the driveway
and made your way to the door...
Look at that witch
Flying on her broomstick...
The rain poured and the noise snored
The sky was lark and the minds dark...
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a...
You have embarked on a remarkable journey of life...
There was a time
upon the earth...
Thunder crackling from the skies
on a cantankerous wintry eve...
Dear Lord,
As we bid goodbye to the passing year...