So you ask
what, do I believe?
that the sun will one day
fail to rise, and yet, I'll fail
too leave
No faith for something greater
not holding a false hope
draining feigning or remaining
hands slipping pon, my rope
The darkness won't surrender
it must be driven too the verge
a sacrifice, of love, and life
the drain of evil
purge
When the sun returns
and light yet again restored
It won't matter who, why, or when
no medals, trophies, sans each
and all, rewards
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 11:25 PM UTC
So you ask
what, do I believe?
that the sun will one day
fail to rise, and yet, I'll fail
too leave
No faith for something greater
not holding a false hope
draining feigning or remaining
hands slipping pon, my rope
The darkness won't surrender
it must be driven too the verge
a sacrifice, of love, and life
the drain of evil
purge
When the sun returns
and light yet again restored
It won't matter who, why, or when
no medals, trophies, sans each
and all, rewards
It'll not really matter
if no one remembers who
what was done is done
we made it past
we made it
through
;D
It's not always those who did the most remembered
only that survival mattered more for all
than one
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