notre dame

Learn more about other poetry terms

Oh, how quick they were to try and suffocate the flames On the sacred, seasoned, sanctuary known as Notre Dame.  Oh, how the people stared and sobbed and frowned and asked God why 
I have a free soul Or rather, I am a free soul Or rather, I used to be. They tied me down one day, before I could protest And muzzled me with their thick paws of greed
Subscribe to notre dame