A Price for What

He seems a nice young man blinded by the lies
Quickly forgotten a word that should have him vitalized
Washed inside his mind they find what they can use
Strap this on and become one with what will fuse

Alone he sits miles away regretting what he’s lost
Fumble through his photos wondered what was this cost
Forced to a land not the same of his own kind
But he’s here to help usher a new type peace of mind

Eyes meet at the corner of hope and loss
They both identify each other with a cause lost
Who will be the quicker on the draw
Miles away do we really care who would fall?


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