Twisting shapes of red and blue,
Flying skulls spattered in blood.
Signs of rebellion grace the walls,
Screams of agony fill the halls.
The smoke clears and leaves sweet air,
I left the house with not a care.
The trees are changing,moving with haste,
This is certainly not a day to waste.
I see the sun as it rises his head,
His smile so warm and bright,
He is surely a friend.
The road turns to water and the cars flow down,
Down the stream that leads into town.
I see the lights,
The colors so vast.
I can see Father Time as he strolls right on past.
This new world so vivid and clear,
There's not a sight old to see or a sound familar to hear.
The signs of peace forever near,
This my friend is where I'll be,
For now,
Forever here.
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