Moonlight Shadow :: Updated 22 Aug 2003 : All Rights Reserved : The Journeyman ::
:: Song For the Dead ::
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Deafening cries, shell bombings. explosions
Changed what could have been a cool quiet night
Into a bloody landscape. Confusion
Disorientation, chaoes, nothing's right

War weary, tired, with me, he rested
For a moment.... seemed like eternity
I know that his will to live is tested
Amist the tumult, the calamity

Catching his breath, he took hold of my hand
Bloodied red, yet he took it, kissed it
Tonight, although we are from different lands
Our bond burns bright, like when a flame is lit

And when the first ray shone, he breathed his last
His smile remained, his hand with me, still
The dawn breeze blows, and even until dusk
Two foe-turned-friends and friends they 'ever will.
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