TAlderson
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Joined: Jun 11, 2005
Posts: 68
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| Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 6:08 pm |
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This is a song I wrote last night. It just seems like, the way we're headed, we're gonna be screwed. I mean, I'm 16, and I know that. Why doesn't anyone else seem to?
I could see it from my window
I could smell it in the air
I heard rumors after midnight
And saw blood upon the stairs
And I watched them as they tied her down
And slowly she was raised
To fly high for the last time
before being set ablaze
So I've come to see Old Glory burn
And pay my last respects
I've come to see Old Glory burn
And wonder who is next
I stared at the antagonist
His glowing torch in hand
His two feet stood on what he thought
Was consecrated land
I searched around to try to find
The nature of the beast
But from where I was standing
he looked just like you and me
So I've come to see Old Glory burn
And pay my last respects
I've come to see Old Glory burn
And wonder who is next
We stood there in a circle
Whispering thoughts but speaking none
Trying to think of anything
To reason what we’d done
And as the last flames flickered
And then began to die
We turned our backs to the old pole
And shifted down our eyes
And then out of the darkened streets
The walked up silently
The empty-handed immigrants
The children of the sea
The poor wayfaring strangers
And the weak, the young, the grey
They came to say a little prayer
And then be on their way
They’ve come to see Old Glory burn
And pay their last respects
They’re come to see Old Glory burn
And wonder who is next
-Tyler |
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