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I see a single tree,
In a deserted land,
I hold the only key,
To its final stand.
The people are all dead,
In a deserted land,
They all died in bed,
With no final stand.
A tiny little army,
In a deserted land,
A little famiy,
Making their final stand.
A man with a gun,
In a deserted land,
He knows it can't be won,
Yet he makes his final stand.
A girl with a bow,
In a deserted land,
She won't say no,
And makes her final stand.
Everyone remaining,
In a deserted land,
They keep moving,
As they make their final stand.
- by lonewolfgirl666 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/07/2012 |
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