Memories of the days
these hallways
was filled with laughter
Stories of happily ever after
replaced by disaster
The lonely puppet master
sits and plays
his accordion faster
then ever before
cause there's a war
Tearin down his door
Allot of people fightin
but do they know what for
He wonders once more
as he watches the enemy soar
in on wings
created by the dreamers dreams
his song he sings
Sad and slow
Cause he knows
as his emotions over flow
This could be his last show
So
he loses control
& just lets go
Bare soled
his hands are old
But the Knowledge they hold
could never be sold
for any amount of gold
So if the truth be told
Yeah, The futures cold
But to live life is to live it bold

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