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07 June 2008 @ 09:45 am
Three Ways Taken  
Some are called
Voices first heard in anger
Replayed between sobs
An end to it all
Whispered by unseen friends
Shouted over glaring red and blue
Accompanied by laughter
By slaughter
Of the soul

Some are beaten
Down by the fates
The most loving
Drafted into the ranks
By physicians' words
By heartfelt prayers
By last rites
Given before the first pain is felt
Of the war within

Some sing out
Every moment of every day
The child unworldly
Seen only in passing
Skipping across mountain peaks
Without a goodbye
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
Current Music: The Police - Synchronicity I