Newty

Seems that the wrath of the gods; Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow; I think I might be sinking. Throw me a line if I reach it in time. Ill meet you up there where the path; Runs straight and high. To find a queen without a king; They say she plays guitar and cries and sings. Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn Tryin to find a woman whos never, never, never been born. Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams. Telling myself its not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.