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Lyra Sowa Poem
bites on bread
says things in her head
and doesn't say them aloud
crunch crunch go the thoughts
walking acrosss frosty ground
waiting in the parking lot
crunch softly the whispers outside the toy factory grows
silent
quiet as the shshshshshshshshshshs sounds of a shivering tree that has already shed its leaves
a sharp clack clack across the store the windows open shush shut behind us
here we are
but what can we have in this silent
corridor
I take a hand and look around waiting for the right thing to attach
snow outside
better grab a broomstick then
he pushes me aside
a sled is bettter
on a volcano you see
we have to drag you up there
no matter what we leave and as silent as that night is
the next morning
I am served up on a dish down the mountain
what fun!
Copyright © Lyra Sowa | Year Posted 2023
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Lyra Sowa Poem
When the night parades, (walking down the highway)
Lyra Pendragon
intro
D A
when the night parades
D A
as we chant and sing
As we love And grow
D A
we find our friends with doubt
G D
We laugh with peace and shout
G G#m Em
still make our way along
Still let our friends be strong
Em D
Moves on
It Isnt wrong
walkdown
Em G (g#m) A
the highwaaaaay
verse
|D A | D A
in our night parades against the facist USA
D E
pluck the facist USA
D E
I didnt say I'd like to stay
D E
Brought down by the system’s sympathy
(mellow back down)
Verse
G G#m Em
lets be good friends when our night parades
chorus
D E
in the nazi USA
D E
you fascist picks have come to town
D E
your mask does nought to hide your crown
Pluck the fascist USA
I want no facist USA
Have you Walked down this highway?
Rezolve - D
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(chorus)
Verse content ideas :
we fight against fear
Duck the fascist USA
with our friends with doubt
Duck the fascist USA
with our night parades
Walkin down
With our night parades
The highwayyyyyyy
we chant and sing and dance for love
Walking down
when the night parades
The highway
Verse
when we all weep
The highway
our fears confirmed
Walkin down
our friends are lost
The highway
pulled from their loves
Walkin down
ripped bleeding faces
The highway
beware of masks
when the night parades
Chorus
(etc, marching chants work well here)
Copyright © Lyra Sowa | Year Posted 2026
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