I walk through the field
Up on the hill
Gallows standing
With a body swing still
The wind blows a lonesome cry
Sends a chill up my spine
Blood spilled
Life taken
Justice paid
I kneel
I pray
For the soul lost that day
I walk through the fields
Up on the hill
Gallows standing
Body swinging still
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Author:
Tony36 (
Online)
- Published: April 13th, 2025 07:14
- Category: Unclassified
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