Blackend Skies
By Night singer
The last war waged Our race nearly gone A mother and child slowly walking by, Beneth the Charred and Blackend skies Her son he looked up at her With his innocent bright blue eyes And asked her in the sweetest voice, "Dear mother, who burnt the skies?" She stared down at him with a single tear in her eye, And she answered in a low soft voice, Trying not to cry, "The government, our leaders dear, They've doomed us all to die" Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 06:04 PM PST 10 • 0
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"The last war waged..."