The Genuine Legacy
A tree, bright and tall
Hope deferred before the fall
Slowly but surely the call is dead
Look up! The sky bleeds red
How can this be? Obliviously and ignored
She closes her eyes and counts to four
The dark revealed in a blink of an eye
A shadow disappeared screaming, "she tried!"
Uncertainty is present for those who wait
Her question still lingers, "Is this my fate?"
Their backs against the wall as they connive
How can they stand against the divide?
With one last breath she ponders
For all these years, her heart wanders
A tree, faded and tall
Her voice was heard after all
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