Broken Innocence

Reaching, touching
stretching high
the birth of a soul the sound of a cry
lost in the world so deep so wide
from the hill tops to the valley below
the sound of an echo
the whisper of the snow
why can't we get along
fear in our eyes
screams in our ears
burst of blood in the skies
it falls one by one
but we must stand tall
nothing to fear
weep no more there is an open door
the window to the soul of eternal rest
lay within the rib of my chest
it fights, it breaks

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