Broken
Broken gates, leaning on broken walls
Broken streetlamps, they all fall
Walking down the broken road
Running away from the broken fold
Hiding in the broken Manor
Behind the broken Banner
Broken Banner of a broken land
It's symbol was the white hand
Copyright © Brahn Bailey | Year Posted 2017
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