The Crash of the Proud
Premonitions of daysThat have yet to come
Good times and bad
Sadly, there are some
Peer through the thick haze
Go see what can be done
I meet your blinding gaze
With you, away I'll run
The sound of a siren
Singing so very loud
Men who run after lead
The crash of the proud
Children playing
Amongst the ferns
Hear what they're saying
Those honest words
War and siege commence
Do you see all the blood?
People following everywhere
Their faces in the mud
Sunsets of red in skies of blue
Another day over, another through
The beauty, a bell, will ring true
The days will be done passing all too soon
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