
What will eternity echo about your grace?
When I die a nation shall crumble
The moment the last breath leaves my lungs
Anarchy shall plague the streets
All that is order shall cease to exist
The streets will be littered with ruble
Children shall go unfed
People will go unloved
Dreams will never be conquered
And as the lion lays down to die
Hope is to die with him
The Vienna in my heart shall burn
I must bring these things to reality
Before they die with me
Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock





