Sleep Little Battle Scarred Angel

 

I held out a hand to help my friend

Believing she could be found again

But when the waves receded

There was nothing there to save

 

We are all soldiers fighting a war

Marching into horrors unknown

Firing into the blackness

Never knowing when we have won

 

Sleep little battle scarred angel

Sleep my long lost friend

I will march into the tide in your place

Till this fight comes to an end

Comments

iyanna_ziear

I like this, I'm not sure why though. I guess this is really just raw and so true. When you have a friend you want to save, but they don't want to be saved all you want to is make it right and keep their spririt alive.

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