Unheard truths
Sights not seen
Lovers lost and
Forgotten dreams
Fights let go
Victorious draws
Pitch black eyes
Light with awe
Sickened children
Dying young
Fearful cries
Of setting suns
For every breath could be your last
Those lovely faces, life will pass
So even if the comfort leaves
You should stride against the breeze
Fight the waves
To turn the tides
Challenges come
Don’t stand aside
Bleed the blood
Wet your eyes
Keep the scars
Let weakness die
Cause angry blood and tired tears
Must mix for life to preserver
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 12:56 PM UTC
Unheard truths
Sights not seen
Lovers lost and
Forgotten dreams
Fights let go
Victorious draws
Pitch black eyes
Light with awe
Sickened children
Dying young
Fearful cries
Of setting suns
For every breath could be your last
Those lovely faces, life will pass
So even if the comfort leaves
You should stride against the breeze
Fight the waves
To turn the tides
Challenges come
Don’t stand aside
Bleed the blood
Wet your eyes
Keep the scars
Let weakness die
Cause angry blood and tired tears
Must mix for life to preserver
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