April Rose

My creations
2003-01-07 00:50:22 (UTC)

War

The unsults fly
The guns are drawn
The age of innocence
Is surely gone

They leave so strong in spirit
Their spirit comes back so weak
They tightly close their eyes
And rarely ever speak

The battle and
THe glory won
But are we sure
The war is done


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