I am one of The Hunted. Those who are immune to the convent's 'medicine', those of us who still have emotion. We are treated like animals, but I think..
That one summer day when we methow I loved the blue of your eyesit was perfectif I knew how to say the things I feelI would sing them to youif we neve..
running awaycan you hear the raincalling youif you only listened to themto the gentle whispers in the breezeyou could know the happinessthat we all wi..