Post by Immy on Feb 7, 2013 0:27:23 GMT -5
I can only imagine all the hatred in the world, all the wars waged.
All the love and happiness shared over countless days.
But on one in particular, guns start to blaze.
Blood fills the streets, men fighting for pay.
" Life is not worth living without love", or so they say.
Innocence a casualty, not meant to die.
Even with lives lost, bullets still fly.
Wails and screams, the sound of cries.
This War does not stop, consuming our lives.
The girl lost her boy, and the world kept spinning.
Little did they know she was thinking, and thinking.
When love is lost, there is no more life left.
So in the streets she went, with a bomb strapped on her chest.
To her lover she wrote, the most dreadful suicide note:
" I fear this world is not enough for me, so I follow you into death
For I fear not giving my own last breathe
But living life behind your steps
So chase you I must, until I am rendered to dust
My world has already ended, because it's no longer us. "
With a flower in her left hand, the one he had left her.
His favorite red dress, the one they sewed together.
Her eyes shed tears for something that left her.
Nothing to do but hope for the better.
With a click of the switch, a burning light to fade.
Love was not lost, only remade.
Warriors are not built, neither are they made.
A men dying for his love is a warrior any day.
So think not what you have come to be
But for the impression you've made on the world still spinning
Up until the very last second your heart stops beating...
All the love and happiness shared over countless days.
But on one in particular, guns start to blaze.
Blood fills the streets, men fighting for pay.
" Life is not worth living without love", or so they say.
Innocence a casualty, not meant to die.
Even with lives lost, bullets still fly.
Wails and screams, the sound of cries.
This War does not stop, consuming our lives.
The girl lost her boy, and the world kept spinning.
Little did they know she was thinking, and thinking.
When love is lost, there is no more life left.
So in the streets she went, with a bomb strapped on her chest.
To her lover she wrote, the most dreadful suicide note:
" I fear this world is not enough for me, so I follow you into death
For I fear not giving my own last breathe
But living life behind your steps
So chase you I must, until I am rendered to dust
My world has already ended, because it's no longer us. "
With a flower in her left hand, the one he had left her.
His favorite red dress, the one they sewed together.
Her eyes shed tears for something that left her.
Nothing to do but hope for the better.
With a click of the switch, a burning light to fade.
Love was not lost, only remade.
Warriors are not built, neither are they made.
A men dying for his love is a warrior any day.
So think not what you have come to be
But for the impression you've made on the world still spinning
Up until the very last second your heart stops beating...