you were the last person i let in
and then i shut the door.
how was i to know
you'd turn around and walk right out
i saw this coming
a hundred miles down the road
from this little town of heartache
to your huge town of love,
and although mine be it half your size
come time for war mine will not be the one
that falls in the battles.
no these invisible tears
overpower the deafening silence
of any such fight or battle
no harm shall ever come to my villagers
nor my village,
even in death my village will hold strong,
and i'll cry once more as i watch yours burn
slowly to the ground...
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