Waiver Not
Peace comes at a price
and we walk...
we crawl
we pull ourselves
forward
The anguish
deep
It wears one thin
to reach
for dreams
such as this
If man was made
to wage these wars
what is love
even for?
And so we
shall waiver not
and work toward peace
with all we've got
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At The End
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