There's so many things I'll teach you,
so much advise to give...
Happy days,
Wondrous praise...
They are beautiful
perfect in every way...
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...
Years of struggle seems far away
as moments bring us close...
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...
Best Friends
Partners in Crime...
Look at that witch
Flying on her broomstick...