The Mystery-Doug Walker

Sheep jump gates in her dreams as she prayed out the window knowing all her fears. We'd see in her eyes as she stared back into ours gazing tear to tear. This is your time to be with your son Michael to live for eternity. I'm going backwards into her backyard. This mystery's dying in May. Her fists have spoken to describe her pain. We're lost, we're drowning in memories. Soon she'll be crawling, she's crawling through me. For me, I've noticed the scene of where we all used share love and harmony. It's fading away. I see an old photo slowly evaporating. I guess we're fine. But I want more. This nightmare's haunting all of me. I'm going backwards into her backyard