Boom boom
Bang bang
In The distance is death
In The distance is pain
Boom boom
Bang bang
In the distance
Earth is ripped apart
Scorched
Brocken
Thrashed
And painted
Boom boom
Bang bang
In the distance courage is found
And men are lost
Boys are made men
Boom boom
Bang bang
In the distance bonds are made
Brothers are saved
Boom boom
Bang bang
In the distance evil lives
Boom boom
Bang bang
In the distance death dwells
Boom boom
Bang bang
In the distance dads, friends, and sons are dieing
Boom boom
Bang bang
In the distance blood is hunted
And blood is lost
Boom boom
Bang bang
In the distance tears are wept
And and rounds are spent
Boom boom
Bang
Bang
In
The
Distance
Mmmm...sounds like no place I
Mmmm...sounds like no place I wanna be.
...............
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "