A heart beat stops, a warmth goes cold,
A light goes out, a life is sold.
Closer and closer the enemy closes in
Around its tiny, helpless victim.
An innocent child, killed by hate.
When she wants to change, it will be too late.
He is pushed aside, without a glance,
Without a thought, without a chance.
Crimson blood is split and in the end,
One heart beat stops, but two souls are dead.
marți, 26 octombrie 2010
The Truth About a lie
Publicat de Cold la marți, octombrie 26, 2010
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