January 5, 2010

Day 1

Stark death and crackling memories
That is all they manage to see in me

Sad story songs and pitiful melodies
O that is all the young ones can ever see
But listen young one I have stayed strong
Through all of these storms and biting winds
I have made it out through the trials so long
So even now I know that new life begins
My hardy exterior it does scream
Things that you are terrified by
It has halted many a midsummer’s dream
Catching the soft artists’ eye
I have a tale that I tell so well
In which I am the last standing hope in this place
Of a kingdom that finally to ruins fell
There I was not horrid or a disgrace
There I healed all that I could
I made a difference and strong I stood

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