Post by TKei on May 2, 2012 23:02:44 GMT -5
At the eighteenth mile,
A fire burns bright.
It's a signal to all,
In the dark of night.
The light shows our faces,
The air carries our songs.
By the rising of the sun,
We all shall be gone.
With daylight to guide us,
We go twenty miles more.
Seven to the outpost,
A thousand to the shore.
Another one of us fell,
To feast from the ground.
Like the ring of bell,
Came that familiar sound.
As we prayed each night,
The sun would still rise.
Explosions still heard,
Despite all the cries.
Two more of them fell,
Now only twelve remain.
The miles seem longer,
As if to drive us insane.
Now the night is not safe,
So we again fear the dark.
Halfway from the city,
Halfway to the ark.
A sacrifice to men,
Our stomachs for our souls.
We eat the dirt to stay alive,
And fill these empty holes.
We run from the men,
Who put these shoes on our feet.
We hide from those men,
But expertly they seek.
Everyday we get nearer,
As we all grow older.
Everyday we grow weaker,
As the days get colder.
We can't survive alone,
So we joined together.
We don't want to die,
But we can't live forever.
A hundred miles out,
And two more again fell.
They can no longer speak,
So their story we tell.
Ten of us still fight,
To see a safe tomorrow.
Ten of us still run,
To escape all the sorrow.
Backs breaking from the weight,
And still we push on.
Walking through the night,
Straight into the dawn.
Snows falls from the sky,
And now covers the dirt.
Our bodies numb from cold,
But inside we feel the hurt.
A quarter mile out,
Through the fog we see.
Twenty stories high,
The clock had stopped at three.
We thought that it was over,
That the journey ended here.
The daylight soon revealed,
What the darkness made unclear.
We weren't the first,
We wouldn't be the last.
Another hundred miles,
Might repeat the past.
The journey may not be over,
But the chase will end here.
We fight to win our lives,
Or we die with our tears.
We gathered up weapons,
And watched from the windows.
As the men approached the door,
We fired down below.
Explosions rang throughout,
As the lead flew on by.
With bullets to the head,
Two more of us did die.
By the time it was over,
We had killed them all.
Our enemies were dead,
And now we stood tall.
This was our home now,
It was all that we had.
Guarded with our lives,
From all who were bad.
The years after were rough,
But we made it through.
With several new faces,
We were now twenty-two.
And we continued to grow,
Until the group became a town.
A village of people,
A people without a crown.
The Grey had changed us,
It had made us smart.
We all had something,
And we all did our part.
Survival is a person,
Getting by on his own.
Success is a people,
Not one left alone.
A thousand miles away,
A city barely stood.
The buildings collapsed,
As we expected they would.
The fit will survive,
And quickly they feed.
But the smart keep watch,
And then they succeed.
A fire burns bright.
It's a signal to all,
In the dark of night.
The light shows our faces,
The air carries our songs.
By the rising of the sun,
We all shall be gone.
With daylight to guide us,
We go twenty miles more.
Seven to the outpost,
A thousand to the shore.
Another one of us fell,
To feast from the ground.
Like the ring of bell,
Came that familiar sound.
As we prayed each night,
The sun would still rise.
Explosions still heard,
Despite all the cries.
Two more of them fell,
Now only twelve remain.
The miles seem longer,
As if to drive us insane.
Now the night is not safe,
So we again fear the dark.
Halfway from the city,
Halfway to the ark.
A sacrifice to men,
Our stomachs for our souls.
We eat the dirt to stay alive,
And fill these empty holes.
We run from the men,
Who put these shoes on our feet.
We hide from those men,
But expertly they seek.
Everyday we get nearer,
As we all grow older.
Everyday we grow weaker,
As the days get colder.
We can't survive alone,
So we joined together.
We don't want to die,
But we can't live forever.
A hundred miles out,
And two more again fell.
They can no longer speak,
So their story we tell.
Ten of us still fight,
To see a safe tomorrow.
Ten of us still run,
To escape all the sorrow.
Backs breaking from the weight,
And still we push on.
Walking through the night,
Straight into the dawn.
Snows falls from the sky,
And now covers the dirt.
Our bodies numb from cold,
But inside we feel the hurt.
A quarter mile out,
Through the fog we see.
Twenty stories high,
The clock had stopped at three.
We thought that it was over,
That the journey ended here.
The daylight soon revealed,
What the darkness made unclear.
We weren't the first,
We wouldn't be the last.
Another hundred miles,
Might repeat the past.
The journey may not be over,
But the chase will end here.
We fight to win our lives,
Or we die with our tears.
We gathered up weapons,
And watched from the windows.
As the men approached the door,
We fired down below.
Explosions rang throughout,
As the lead flew on by.
With bullets to the head,
Two more of us did die.
By the time it was over,
We had killed them all.
Our enemies were dead,
And now we stood tall.
This was our home now,
It was all that we had.
Guarded with our lives,
From all who were bad.
The years after were rough,
But we made it through.
With several new faces,
We were now twenty-two.
And we continued to grow,
Until the group became a town.
A village of people,
A people without a crown.
The Grey had changed us,
It had made us smart.
We all had something,
And we all did our part.
Survival is a person,
Getting by on his own.
Success is a people,
Not one left alone.
A thousand miles away,
A city barely stood.
The buildings collapsed,
As we expected they would.
The fit will survive,
And quickly they feed.
But the smart keep watch,
And then they succeed.