Bison
They Are Filled
These all look to youFor you to bring them foodWhen their season’s dueWhen their season’s dueWhen you give it up to themThey gather and shout amenYou open up your handsYou open up your handsYou hide your face from themThen you take their breath awayIt’s then they are dismayedIt’s then they are dismayedThey dieReturn to the dust
From Letras Mania