by Nick McIntire

Created on: August 18, 2008

Long Gone Days

Standing on this hill so fair
Watching clouds without a care
Mind drifts back to long gone days
Back to strange and wicked ways
Girls playing in the fields
Wielding smiles as to shields
Laughing, never thinking wrong
All their voices lift in song

Cold wind blows, the flowers die
Well-laid plans now go awry
Visions of the future's hold
Vanish with the metal fold.

Screams of pain rip through night
Dark comes in where should be light
Last breath sighs, the angels mourn
Bodies broken, bent and torn.

Why, my God, did this allow?
Questions pounding all sides now
Answers, none that I can see
As angel wings do now beat free
Anguish, grief and rage sublime
Cease to feel the hands of time
Father's pain is felt by all
Daughter broken, as a doll.

Tears do rush down faces, streams
Visions of that night of screams
Some don't care, they laugh it off
With a shrug or nervous cough
But truth so pure we do now see
In this there's no victory
No one to make things alright
Only pain and endless spite

Then come voices, here and there
Angel wings beat through the air
Light eternal shine on down
On this sad and broken town
Salvation, they need it bad
Bring the joy and banish sad
Say a prayer, on or two

They all died because of you.
Yours the choice, and you the fool
Thought that you could break the rule
Wrong you were and we all know
Where you're headed, where you'll go.

Not their choice, they said nothing
Now as angels they do sing
Lost to us, they shall not roam
Never come back, not this home
They have gone back to their Lord
For a choice, reason ignored.

So standing on this hill so fair
Watching clouds without a care
Mind drifts back to long gone days
Back to strange and wicked ways
Girls playing in the fields
Smiles wielded as to shields
Laughing, never think wrong
Now their voices lift in song

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