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Author: Lady-Poeticro
Fiction Rated: T - English - Adventure/Supernatural - Reviews: 2 - Published: 08-13-07 - Updated: 08-13-07 - Complete - id:2402277

Victory


I lay on the bed of grasses, while looking up in the sky
I am closing my eyes, while the sea runs dry
I was on the cliff of hope, as I was leaning on false hope
For you to come back, into my life
Where you’ve left behind, as the clouds I see turns darker
While this body turns bloody, through many treacherous war
That we have to brawl, it’ll bring us down
And make out skin crawl, while fighting is a never ending sorrow
There will be many of us, who have fought this battle
And I shall stay, and would never give up
On the things I believe in, and to this day it is time to wake up
And let evil fall upon earth, as we rise up to the top
And to bring back all hope, that cause us to elope
While hiding from those, we hate the most
Victory shall be in our hands, and we shall be alive again



© Copyright 2007 Lady-Poeticro (FictionPress ID:467453).


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