Sunday, October 9, 2011

Clear



The warriors that bled and conquered nothing


The kids that ran across to chase the invisible freedom


The swallows that painted the sky with their own shadows


All arrive at a single cross point


Let me crown you the next time we meet


For we're not the same
never the same.






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