We left that place,
I had seen a face.
Headstones everywhere,
What we left from, wasn't fair.
Thought you didn't care.
Now pondering,
And wondering
What I had to do.
Step by step, left another clue.
Let's erase, what we thought was them.
One by one, counting the men.
Still facing the facts, of what I thought,
Still counteracting, what I bought.
Lost to what I am not.
Run by me, the facts of life.
Run by you, all the strife.
©terrylin53
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