Winter moon light
Gives a beautiful sight
Though the joy is tainted
By the river painted
Painted by bloody tears
That come over many years
She wishes she was dead
As she flows blood red
She has watched battles rage
Though she remains in her cage
Her banks wont set her free
Free is what she wants to be
She has been stained
As she is refrained
Seeing lovers love and loose
By the choices they choose
She wants to live a life
But she can't and it hits her like a knife
So she must watch others
Destroy the lives of their brothers

skipeople
February 13, 2008
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