Old Main Hill
On Old Main Hill
Some came running, turning away
Some more afraid
When two arrived, the most they could do was try
I hope that what you felt wasn't pain
But they wear black
And you laid still
Two more steps to get to the light
The darkness may soon fade to gray
Red, where it's not supposed to be
But the gray can't fight
And so you lay still
Red, where it's not supposed to be
Red, where it's not supposed to be
Not making it past gray
Into the light you would have survived
But I wear white
And you didn't come
On Old Main Hill, you lay still
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