The Sacrifice
"Stop with the lies
And the hate
And the hurt
Filled with their cries
Cause we treat them
Like dirt
A small child shies
At a hand
Raised to hurt
This word is not mine
Not the sea
The skies, or earth
Full of fear wishin we could hide
From the shame
Pain,and eyes
The white flag flies
To give me
A freedom not rightfully mine
Thank you Lord i sigh
As i remember the sacrifice."
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