18.3.15

Wars - The dirt

Walk miles
Dust in piles
You wander in your way
In the shadows there is a price to pay

Gold in a dirt
But a delusion
All you've heard
Is but an illusion

I met her there
Going back makes me afraid
The memory will never fade
The price of the shadows I have paid

This is no place for the weak
A goal for me to seek
Every obstacle I've hurdled
Turned out to be another burden

Broken and beat down
When I see my reflection I frown
Men disperse
My reflection's become a curse

My own shadow I now distrust
For this world is never just
My own shadow I now fear
Must acknowledge that it is here

This curse I must break
Through this shadow I must pass
This step I must take
I will not be the first or the last

The world is meaningless

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