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Paper planes fly overhead
that make us wonder why
they leave us in a hospital bed
as smoke fills the sky
A look of suprise fills the face
the skies turn the deepest red
are we prepared for the arms race
i believe the truth is still unsaid
We believe media and the news
of what really happened that day
well i dont believe, i strongly refuse
and think it was set up for display
Self inflicted wounds the only way
to start wars across the nations
i call it murder you watch us decay
to succeed in your operations
I dont know why i even try
though i have nothing to lose
i dont want to be left bone dry
by the one who lights the fuse
©2007 Taylor Brooke A. |
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