No,
Freedom isn't free

I heard the sound of taps one night
When every thing was still...
I listened to the buglar play
And felt a sudden chill,

I wondered how many times that taps had ment Amen;
When a flag had drapped a coffin of a brother or a friend

I thought of al the children, of the mothers and wives. Of fathers, sons, and husbands
With interrupted lives

I thought about a graveyard
at thebottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington

No, fredom isn't free

I watched the flag pass by one day
It fluttered in the breeze
A young marine saluted it then he stood at ease
I looked at him in uniform
so young, so tal, so proud
With hair cut square and eyes alert he'd stand out in any crowd

I thought how many men like him had fallen through the years
How many died on foreign soil
How many mothers tears

How many pilots planes shot down
How many foxholes where soldiers graves,

No, freedom isn't free
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Love we once forsooke grows cold
Moon falls to darkness for she is forsaken
Sun turns blood red for his sins that are unforgiven
Creatures born of nightmares and darkness
Emerge from forgotten corners
Love we once felt grows cold
Abandoned forest paths demand retrobution
The wind cries for the blood of their enemies
Creatures of myth and legend come forth to claim what is theirs
"Run, run," taunt spirits
"Theres no place to hide," growl nightmares
Love we once forgot grows cold
Darkness knows all for she is queen
We the fallen of heaven
The forsaken of the land
We, who once ruled gods...
Are cast out of our kingdom
We have failed....
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In this day and age
there are murders
there are rapes
Pollution and hate
Pain, anger and rage
Destruction of simpler things
Simpler times fly
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End of al things soon to come
What to believe
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Fear the dark and endless night
Fear those long past dues
Fear the hidden demon behind the shining knight
Fear aproching foes
Fear the hardeing blows
Fear the searching wind
Fear tommarrows sin
Fear of what cannot be controlled
Fear of what sould not be controlled
Fear fading fates
Fear passing thoughts
Fear the approching morn
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Another night shredded by scream
marks time on a calendar of death
take me down
to hell, where my passions drown
hollow empty shell
echoes thoughts
toxifies dreams
childrens playground
no one around a park, with a merry-go-round of hate
it's to late
got to make it last
excoricize demons
taking things fast
exit emotion
end it soon
on going under a cold pale moon
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A moment in life
controling the fates
can be a thing of strife
long saturday night dates
controlling the fates
a murderous night
lond saturday night dates
not a shining knight
ecoes thoughts, intensifies dreams
not a shining knight
death is now a way of means
echoing thoughts intensifying dreams
can be a thing of strife
death is now a way of means
A moment in life
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A dirk of humanity cut her golden thread
her diadem taken and dilapidated
genteel our crownining rose
now disconsolate after her denunciation
her harmonious beauty now downtrodden
never again will we genuflect or be duteous
we are disinherited, because of our dereliction of our diety
funeral march without sullen dirge
divinity put to rest without bout or denunciation
we layed her there in a shadow hidden grave
boughs bend to cover a forsaken tomb
cratures disavowed her in rash mutiny
a quest for what was forgotten
we become novices again
tragedy befalls us at every turn
relearning to live
turntables start over
setting a rose to bloom in the tomb
"If less I ask," tear blind I mocked "I may be less denied."
years pass, but still we feel the dagger
we put into our own hearts
"Now glad" I say "And free at last, I go and life is wide."
but through long years
I stared into the dark and knew I lied