My Last Breath

by Jessi   May 5, 2005


When I am weak
The future looks bleak
I feel weak now
I don’t know how
How can I live?
When there’s nothing to give
That’s what charity is for
Amongst all the gore
I gave up my fight
One pain filled night
When the bomb hit the ground
No souls were to be found
That was the war of death
Where I took my last breath

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