: About Me

Janie's Song Little Sally Two Shoes, cringing through the forest with crown of fire upon her head and thorn upon her sea A song of spheres upon the wind to bring her soul to rest. With far to go the path was bold her way she could not see. The specter of a deadly past locked tightly in her breast. She knew her trip was perilous but did not have to be. The specter screamed as banshee you shall not get away I have your soul in my toke now lay you down for me A glaze of smoke the specter spoke upon the pearly way Little Sally Two Shoes with scars so bold her tale was told From fuzzy head to m...