It's our life. We make our own decisions and sometie our own path.
No matter where we are, or what we look like. We are the same.
The soldiers that lay down their lives in war everyday. What they hear, and what we pray.
Buried beneath the tallest tree, you cry.
kids can see this through. i found this at 1:23 am and i guess i wanted to share it or something. kudos, guys.
We lose again and again but we continue to fight.
So, come one, come all, to this moonlit masquerade.
She walks through the school as it rots and erodes.
Doing this for me..
Ok, so this sucks, and I'm sorry. I think I've forgotten how to write decent poetry...oh well