tyrant_dictator 0 Report post Posted October 12, 2004 This war will never end, in my eyes - I will always hold to the blood, in my cries - It will rage on as if my life means nothing A breath of fresh air is hard to believe in anymore, I wish to just sit and play and listen to singing- Made by those that rested on shores, I just want to look into the mirror and not see any scars, Know when I laugh it's in joyous times See my Father and Mother and always know who they are, It will rage on as if my life were a crime, A breath of fresh air is hard to believe in anymore And I know when I laugh it's not in a joyous time, It rages on as if my life means nothing I wish to just sit and play and listen to the singing A breath of fresh air is hard to believe in anymore Made by those who rest in the waves on the shore. I will always hold to the blood, in my cries - This war will never end, in my eyes - Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
