Vercelum
Nostalgia
Barely walking towards the hill.Almost crawling.Pain of lashes,Shed blood for the ashes.The afternoon of agony,As I look back in memory.How does it feel?Denied.I watched helpless.We could have been together.What have you become?I can hear the laughter,Of the people you are after.A son's sacrifice,For his father's demise.We could have ruled.It's too late.
From Letras Mania