A poem

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Strato Edge

War Child
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Mar 5, 2003
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Modesto, CA
Clocks on the wall
They all start to fall
Wondering about the things
You never knew afterall

You find yourself
At the place where
No trees grow
You look to the sky
Which no stars glow

They say you can't put a good man down
But now he's buried underground
Let me be, my face buried in my hand
Let me build a bridge
Between life and death
And now there's nothing left...
And now there's nothing left...

Father...
Lead me in the way
I need to go
I've been waiting
For you to say so
 
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