Stains on your shirt
Stains on your hand
The stains gets ******
As you keep rubbing your hands
Your leader
Your master
Within 30 seconds
He died before you
You felt no sympathy
You felt no remorse
Angry in your head
Sadness in your heart
The stains are everywhere
The stains confuse you
He once said "Cold hearted people don't bleed."
Your are surprised that he bled
But he knew
But you never knew
The strength you had
Your strength that came out in a fury
He knew not to do it
He knew not to laugh
You grew angry and emotions ran high.
Are you accused or excused?
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 5:53 AM UTC
Stains on your shirt
Stains on your hand
The stains gets ******
As you keep rubbing your hands
Your leader
Your master
Within 30 seconds
He died before you
You felt no sympathy
You felt no remorse
Angry in your head
Sadness in your heart
The stains are everywhere
The stains confuse you
He once said "Cold hearted people don't bleed."
Your are surprised that he bled
But he knew
But you never knew
The strength you had
Your strength that came out in a fury
He knew not to do it
He knew not to laugh
You grew angry and emotions ran high.
Are you accused or excused?
copyright Randy Wiafe 2010
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