Poetry

[norral]

i dont fit in anyones box

i dont fit in anyones box
my brother and my sister are the wolf and the fox
i hearken to the sound of the ringing bell
good tidings it brings, all is well
change is coming its in the air
a new world forming where all will care
so i open my heart and follow the light
my path is based on the inner sight
so relax rejoice its finally here
the time we have waited for
it now appears

norral