Faded glory
Prayers on slim fit jeans
Foreign to victory
Leading to second story pleas
Can you hear her?
Despairing with whispered screams
But tears don’t answer
The many questions they bring
Faded glory
$20 when on sale
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Of the strongest of the frail
Can you see her?
Wishes to fly, though she barely crawls
There’s a glimmer
Prevailing amidst the falls
Faded glory
Well worn and stretched to fit
Constant weathering
Pushing on till something rips
Can you feel her?
Is there a choir that recognizes her song?
Are you a singer?
Are your jeans ripped but still on?
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 12:21 AM UTC
Faded glory
Prayers on slim fit jeans
Foreign to victory
Leading to second story pleas
Can you hear her?
Despairing with whispered screams
But tears don’t answer
The many questions they bring
Faded glory
$20 when on sale
See the story
Of the strongest of the frail
Can you see her?
Wishes to fly, though she barely crawls
There’s a glimmer
Prevailing amidst the falls
Faded glory
Well worn and stretched to fit
Constant weathering
Pushing on till something rips
Can you feel her?
Is there a choir that recognizes her song?
Are you a singer?
Are your jeans ripped but still on?
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