start this war with just two words
count the names not the blessings
these sounds are all too familiar
a flood of anything could be welcome
under your feet under the dirt
yellow flowers behind a barbed wire fence
a wall is fading but the writing sticks
the dark was always coming
paper heartbeats and colored in smiles
glowing in the dark but still not real
someone says this road leads home
a pen gone empty is an honest sign
you knew it would be hard
to walk through this world alone
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