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by Poppy Nov 27, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The fires of sorrow burn high and strong, Taking away all with an evil song, This land we love so dear, Will soon not be here. And the waters drowns away the light, And left us in forever night, Leaving us alone and scared, Are cries unheard. The fire gives us heat, After it takes away what we own, The fire gives light, After if leave us on are own The water gives us food, After it drowns are children. The water cleans us, After are years of sin.