Fall hard,
Drag me down--
No matter what I face,
I feel so small.
Let me know the struggle ends.
Send out an army;
Pull out the fighter,
I heard you say.
What's death without a cost?
Call for a ceasefire.
Now, I'm bulletproof;
I can feel it coming
With the very next words.
My breath,
Keep singing.
Surrender--
It's burning deep inside,
More than ever before.
Keep on running,
We cry.
And though my heart is torn,
I find rest
In this worn and weary land.
Rise up from the grave
And live and die.
We gotta soldier on.
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Prison of Stone
Poetryʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ɪ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴏɴɢ. One journey from the depths of the sea to the edges of the universe. One life that takes us in a thousand different directions yet leaves us chained as we tr...
