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I watched him die in my arms,
Watched him falter, watched him paled.
I felt him die in my arms,
Felt his heart stop, last breath inhaled,
I let him die in my arms,
I thought I failed, though i never bailed.
There he laid, right in the farm,
My tears on his face, my mother wailed.
I loved him, held him in my arms,
My friend, my brother, laid impaled.
Rare beasts, he'd seen in swarms,
The seven seas, The world he sailed.
"Those poachers won't do any more harm."
I said, my tears like trains derailed.
He met death in open arms,
Life he had embraced, Death he hailed.
- by Victor van Baron |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/29/2008 |
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- Title: He died in my arms
- Artist: Victor van Baron
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I'll never forget the boy who died
that night, right there, in that farm
no fear no dread, no emotions he'd hide
he welcomed death with open arms - Date: 10/29/2008
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Comments (4 Comments)
- XDreamGirl13X - 07/08/2009
- im so sorry for your loss
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- allisun1 - 10/29/2008
- thats sooooo sad sad
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- Lex2442 - 10/29/2008
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it needs some work, it is to stable you need to make it like a ryme...sorta like.....
The days are cold.
The night is silent.
And so i was told.
It is somewhat violent.
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- dvskmaiden - 10/29/2008
- absoulutly brill i love lots of emotion getting filled up
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