I know its hard to look past the debris,
Of all your shattered hopes and crushed dreams.
It's impossible to look into the smiling eyes,
Of the enemy and see the evil inside,
As they wish that you would just lay down and die.
Many times it seems like there is no rhyme or reason,
For a trusted comrade to commit treason.
Not until the ones you follow,
Turn out to have always been hollow.
Somewhere far away in a meadow,
Under an ancient purple willow,
A boy and a girl dance,
Mocking fate and taking a chance.
In a world where the victor never wins,
And the defeated never loose,
Time refuses to move.
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Book of Poems
PoetryWhen the world rages around you, When no one can find you, When you're ready to leave, Be it by land or sea, You'll always have me. Me and this book of poems. So when you are ready to leave... Please, Please take a poem or three, That they might bri...
