What game is this,
Where heroes die,
And Love is a poisonous kiss,
And Hope is a dying butterfly.
What dance is this ,
Where babies cry,
And Fear follows bliss,
And devotion is a lie.
What home is this,
Where saviours try,
And space is just darkness,
And Life is a sad Goodbye.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
Online)
- Published: June 7th, 2024 00:23
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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