The lull
After the lull
We get back to the hill
The hill we die on
Pulls us on a whim
We travel light
Our friends are there
We're ready to fight
Tooth and nail
Attacked from all sides
The ground opens up
Taking many of our best minds
And a few of their own
We fight all night
Then after the lull
We count our blessings
And fight on
No comments:
Post a Comment