It’s nothing she believes
Funny she still dreams
Every waking moment into being
Amazing how the day just fled
Gathered quickly and disappeared
Took its leave on the next horizon
Nightfall is approaching soon
To brush away the children
And the remnants of foul histories
An inconversant rampart quits its post
Leaves soldiers for the cause exposed
A poignant victory green lingering in the air
There’s little she still dreams
And even less that she believes
On the trip to nowhere home
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