8 September 2012
Every morning, The rising sun, Reminding you, They haven't won.
The silhouette, Of incoming help, Drowns out the bullets, And cries of "yelp".
Soon this war, Will have to end, And all the soldiers, Back home to send.
War • Opuss № I
8 September 2012
Every morning, The rising sun, Reminding you, They haven't won.
The silhouette, Of incoming help, Drowns out the bullets, And cries of "yelp".
Soon this war, Will have to end, And all the soldiers, Back home to send.
War • Opuss № I