Reality?
I stand upon a darkend hill, I look around me all is stll.
I know not where the path may lead me,
Nor how I got here, Im lost completly.
Then suddenly I here the sounds, of men lay dying all around.
The cries are loud, they fill my head,
some lay dying some lay dead.
Why me? I cry, what have I done. Then I look down I see the gun.
The blood so thick like water flows upon the ground so dark and cold.
The screams and crys they fill my head,
of men lay dying and those that are dead.
I wake at last upon my bed, the dreams are fading inside my head.
38 years have come and gone, but still the memories they linger on.
I know one day my peace will come, my battle over, and victory won.
Until that day it never ends, the war that rages inside my head.
Steelrider
Steelrider
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