Whispering in the breeze, Dancing upon the wind. Feathers Prick into my flesh, My heart to seize, minds to bend. Failed until my final flight. My mind must be strong. Spirit to mesh, to find right, in what seemed wrong.
Pale now as my blood has flowed to cover the land. Yet only seen in the cover of night. Masters take the whip to hand. Bring forth in wrong what is right.Make your stand. Only to die by the same hand to fight.Fears ignite.
Today the treasure falls in the hands open to victories scares. Where trust is insured at the end of a gun.Where bravery is in a bottle in a bar. As fate sets like the sun.Demanding more from a day exalsted by the shadows of night.Prayed for in the light to never fade.
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