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A Head Held High

When We Reach The End
Who Will Cross The Line?
With A Head Held High
Searching For A Sign
Eyes Burning Strong
Walking Into The Unknown
The Heart Beat Fades
Sinking Like A Stone

The Eyes Once Open
Fall At The Hand Of Another
Driven By Lost Souls
Into The Room Of The Mother
Giving Into Ignorance
Destruction Of The Innocent
The Head Held High
Bowing Before The Malevolent
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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