Triumph
one of the four has fallen
burning to ashes
cryin out loud
but no helpin hand comes his way
it's sad to comprehend
especially for those who don't know how it all started
i can't believe they want me to pray with them
i won the battle they started
and soon i'll see the brightness of the sun
in the morning
fall in love at noon
make love under the sunset
and stare at the distant stars at night.
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