by Lenna » Sun Apr 15, 2012 5:59 am
Key heard a loud sigh from whomever was sitting in the desk behind him and turn, pausing in both his search for something to draw and his doodles. He looked at the girl with her face in her hands, a little curious. "Are you alright?" Key asked gently, not wanting to interrupt anything- he wasn't sure what she was doing, or if she was crying, or what.
Here they talked of REVOLUTION.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they SANG about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.
♠ ♠ ♠
From the table in the corner
They could see a world REBORN
And they rose with voices ringing
I can HEAR them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their LAST communion
On the lonely barricade at d a w n .~.Made by flight . thief.~