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The Boy and his Weapon
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The Boy and his Weapon |
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drowningmonky Junior Member
since 2006-03-02
Posts 14miami, florida |
This Still needs to be edited but I wrote it for my friend. Since I know he's Having a hard time right now.... ---------------- They say he was born in heaven and angel he must have truly been for their is no one in this world that can play that guitar like him. He must have seen the light but drifted into the dark in his hand he carries the one weapon that helps him survive all around the globe he's traveled far and wide looking for an answer to what's been left behind Lying in the pits stomping thru the hells He wonders about his future he gleams upon the stairs His high rise with a mighty guitar his will to make it out alive he falls in a trap dirt covers the hole he scrapes at the edges cant dig out an escape He waits and he's patient the boy then looks to his hand He carries the weapon That helps him survive. He carries the weapon that teaches him about life A lovely tune runs in his head He plays and he plays unware of time The boy has his best friend. The trap is undone His tune still remains The guitar is his weapon It's his fate. [This message has been edited by drowningmonky (10-21-2008 04:37 PM).] |
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