Ropes dividing bonds of time
****** hands gripping tight
Sides are made
Destruction a sure fate
The battle almost lost
Everything is at cost
A war never meant to start
Yet fiery pain still fresh in their hearts
Death still burning in their eyes
Being criticized by those who don't realize
The pain and sorrow
Of seeing someone lose their tomorrow
****** hands letting go
Giving up the war to show
the pain of sorrow
The pain of being alone.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
Ropes dividing bonds of time
****** hands gripping tight
Sides are made
Destruction a sure fate
The battle almost lost
Everything is at cost
A war never meant to start
Yet fiery pain still fresh in their hearts
Death still burning in their eyes
Being criticized by those who don't realize
The pain and sorrow
Of seeing someone lose their tomorrow
****** hands letting go
Giving up the war to show
the pain of sorrow
The pain of being alone.
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