Myth of Thor

(M. Frechette)

All seen in summertime

All conceited your so blind

The flowers for hours,for hours upon time

Her Fire burns on the Fourth of July

Signed in not what's worth signing for

Unchain the man,the myth of Thor

I finally know it

Don't you think I'd show it

Was it time, was that time for me

Put your hand in mine

A little douse of wine

A little drop to wet your whistle

Whistle while you dine

Sit down by my hand

Was the promised land for me?

Whisp of time and we wont fly

A petal willows then it dies

Seen how it bit you when it turned

The castle walls will turn in turn

Not just by your state of mind

Little Johnny's gone to hide away

He'll try today

He'll mind his way

He'll fly away

How 'bout you?