When the world crumbles and erodes
there are few witnesses who make a call
they wait to recieve a ring
desperately
carrying on restlessly
and like a tree that has fallen in the
middle of nowhere their lack of a voice
makes us question the damage
or if the events have even happend
but internally we are all left shaken
waiting on a hero who only exsists in legend
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 12:50 AM UTC
When the world crumbles and erodes
there are few witnesses who make a call
they wait to recieve a ring
desperately
carrying on restlessly
and like a tree that has fallen in the
middle of nowhere their lack of a voice
makes us question the damage
or if the events have even happend
but internally we are all left shaken
waiting on a hero who only exsists in legend
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