When I was a little girl
I dreamed of shooting stars you see
And in these dreams I flew away
To lands of wonderful fantasy
I wish upon a Star
and I remember who we are
We are the shadows in the night
We are the broken guiding light
We are this treasured battleground
We are the lost and helpless sound
In their eyes
We are lies
In their minds
We're left behinds
We are the fortress standing strong
We are the right to all wrong
We are the strengthened bleeding good
We are the weathered unbending wood
Although they see us as fading shades
That this is all a pointless charade
We all still offer up our aide
We are the mighty Renegades
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"The Fall" Poem Series
PoetryA look at the saying. "You either die as a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
