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Their Dying Cries Are Heard at Cal's

How peaceful to step in this glowing room,
The gentle light of caring hearts at play;
The words and toasts so sweet dispels the gloom
And push my world of chaos far away.
It's what you see and hear that's filled with dread
And yet what you don't see is even worse ~
Where in the name of God their blood is shed
And wanting freedom surely is a curse.
The enemy lies deep within our souls,
Where greed and power holds the upperhand,
And man will fight with man. Such heavy tolls
They pay to live in their own fatherland.
Across an unknown land, the death bell knells
And yet their dying cries are heard at Cal's.

DarkEyes (DARKEYES2) 9/08/1999


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