by *Ironhide* » Sat Sep 10, 2011 5:09 pm
My fursona, and her family are escapeing the burning town of Berlin. After it got bombed (My great ,great great grandma was there when it happedn so this is in memory of her too)
"I'm a soldier, I'm made for war.... Your kind simply are not." - Ironhide
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As the day dies, with tears in our eyes
There's too few hellos and too many goodbyes
Silence answers our cries...where are we going from here...
We're all on this road, with miles to go
Braving new pathways into the unknown
But who do you ask, when no one really knows
Where we are going from here...
~ Where are we going from here? - Blackmore's Night