ok im gonna try something new here... Ok while reading this poem, try to imagine something for me. I want you to imiagine a little girl walking barefoot across the ruins of a battlefield. Soldiers from both sides are spread across the ground lifeless. Smoke blows and she is the only source of life in this desolate place. Her blonde hair is tangled and faded. Her once blue eyes have faded to a dull gray from all the pain and suffering she has seen in her short years. Her once yellow dress is now faded, it is torn and frayed. She is covered in dirt and ash.
ok now, read this and try to imagine the little girl singing this slowly and softly.
Blood pours like rain
noone shall win
noone shall win
a lost cause
for lost souls
noone shall win
tears shed
for blood shed
noone shall win
they all fight
for lost souls
noone shall win
we raise up our banner
they say for a good cause
they say its proper manner
but its still a lost cause
noone shall win
 Glacies Everto · Thu Oct 16, 2008 @ 05:24pm · 1 Comments |
