One by one they stand like statues,
As they get tagged,
In the feild were they play.
As the game goes on,
More and more stand like statues,
Waiting to be unfrozen,
By a person who will never come.
Due to the war between two,
That has everyone paralyzed with fear,
In this cold climate,
That they call normal.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
One by one they stand like statues,
As they get tagged,
In the feild were they play.
As the game goes on,
More and more stand like statues,
Waiting to be unfrozen,
By a person who will never come.
Due to the war between two,
That has everyone paralyzed with fear,
In this cold climate,
That they call normal.
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