Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Ashes of the Past

Flames, flames burn away
All the pain of today
Ashes blow, children cry
I set the fire, don't ask why
Hungry wives and not one man
Just lit the flame, turned and ran
Smoke billow through the sky
Signify all those who will die
Burn and spread like the pain in my chest
Keep running, fly to the woods, do not stop, and do not rest

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