Ander Morgan · Dec 6, 2011
Upon the Winds

I'm lost upon the winds,
Three of four are pained.
Open arms towards my kin,
My emotion is stained.

Our freedom is tainted,
There is blood in this wine.
I'l watch the city burning,
With no hold of time.

Forever I will drift,
Kissed by this dark fate.
Created in a rift,
Watch this darkened state.

 
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