Dying embers bow at our command,
Leaving nothing but orange delight.
The sky is a battlefield,
Which salutes with a bottle of pride.
The tears of our believers,
Bring back hope in our hearts.
Rise up my army of peace,
Bring back, what once was ours.
Stand tall, with heads held high,
As we are the barrier,
Between the sun and the moon.
by Isra Sulevani (0)
Independent Entry, Hayes
Competition - Out Of This World
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