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At The Gates

Losing friends

Giving life

Taking stride

Losing pride

Not giving up

But giving in

Was not a waste

I really tried

Can say I earned

I say I learned

We played with fire

Both got burned

It's all but passed

Set at half mass

It's all but buried

Under the grass

 

Give my life

To the ones

That were there

For me before

Give my strife

To all the ones

That left me standing

Out at the door

For those of you

That did not make it

You are not gone

I'll not forsake it

 

Meet me there at the gates....

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Written by
jmg
American
Published
Feb 17, 2011
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JG, February 2011

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