Tears Burn my cheeks and a voice from the past tells a story
Of fame and fortune all around, and a faint memory of glory
Whispers in the dark tell a small tale of a hero
One who stood and fought with only sheild and arrow
One that wanted, and needed like all people real
One that stood for their life and would not conceal
Tears dry, the burning stops and life begins again
The ones who stand in the shadows look for the light to begin
The stars shine brightly and light my path away
Maybe the sun will shine brighter on the new day
There I sat and wrote this story
In the graveyard, of fame and glory
Please tell me what you think
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Hmm nice.
I like the atmosphere of forlorn glory, my favorite, I think, is the ending, leaving me wondering if the writer had a vision of it, or something along those lines.
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Cool
Although I don't understand it, wording is great!
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Thanks
Don't feel bad, I don't understand it either and I wrote it. =]
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