Monday, May 20, 2013

On the Rise

The heroes are finally on the run
Still trying to save and point the gun 
There are a few keys to survival
A sense of terror to welcome the arrival
What a special way to enter
Bring the captives front and center
With the stories lost and gone
A desire for the impending dawn
As if to find nothing more
Just a lock left on the door
Just a lock, that's all that's there 
Finding hope in another prayer
Than you cannot ask me why
Is it he who sees the sky
Are there dreams we can't deny
Is it right to lose the will to try
The illusion is on the rise
If the plot of it never dies

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