Stones were flying, hitting hard
Bleeding deep, leaving scars
I tired of war, let down my guard
Opened blood-stained hands to embrace
With one step forward I knew
Death would be upon me soon
All that was left to do
Was turn and walk away
Stones were flying, hitting hard
Bleeding deep, leaving scars
I tired of war, let down my guard
Opened blood-stained hands to embrace
With one step forward I knew
Death would be upon me soon
All that was left to do
Was turn and walk away
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