He was there just hanging on, as you or I or anyone would do, and the night he fell upon his sword, I could have sworn I felt the very same blade pierce my soul, choked, cut to the bone choked, cut down, life goes on as millions witness brothers and their sisters pass away, they die for nothing less than love, in our straight-laced and narrow-minded world, choked, cut to the bone, choked, cut down, children bite their tongues and whisper promises they know they'll never keep, so quick to judge and swift to blame, when loving someone now, will never be the same, never be the same.
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