I.
In the days of before
when men died and bled
courage gained nevermore
it's all been done and said
II.
The sky ominous and black
soldiers with their stone faces
never to find a soul they lack
only to go into desperate places
III.
Walk subtle on hallowed ground
a newborn baby cries, freed from mother's womb
lest the agony of one's screams make a tortured sound
love me a moment longer from our beautiful tomb.
Copyright: 2010, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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