The cadence march
from here to there
and all that lies between
Crosses don't miss the rain
as dead flowers intervene
Do they know the reverence
or comprehend the dream
of blood that's spilt
government built
beyond the pain
and screams
Souls that sigh
that lived, then died
Honor and valor, trust
nothing gained
beyond remains
and all those left
too cry
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
The cadence march
from here to there
and all that lies between
Crosses don't miss the rain
as dead flowers intervene
Do they know the reverence
or comprehend the dream
of blood that's spilt
government built
beyond the pain
and screams
Souls that sigh
that lived, then died
Honor and valor, trust
nothing gained
beyond remains
and all those left
too cry
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