War Commander
Friday, December 19, 2014
Current
There's a lost ship with no sein
The current breaks her legs and she mourns
There is no turning back the tide , you see
No wind to fill the sail
I'm washed amongst the sand
Depleting an hour glass through bloody hands
I watch the stars
Making the wish one more time
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