Darkness Falls
No war of nations ever won
No reservations in the sun
From whence we came, too soon returned
Our withered corpse or ashes burned
No heaven for the chosen ones
No seven brides for seven sons
Ask if it's right when conscience calls
Bask in the light fore darkness falls
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2025
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