Steep in the quiet valley
The people wait for him
Gazing upon the graves
His eyes strangely shining
Madness or truth beset
Cast into stones like sins
I remember the silence resting in the air
After the battle ended
After my skin was bare
And the steel bullet rending
The truth from news that blares
On the face of simple reason
Your heart slipped and fell
Pulled into the tides of treason

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