Curbed

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Rounded out in little waves,
Booming into me.
Crazy days of somewhat youth,
Come to a barricade.
Stopping still, waiting till,
More than one proceeds.
Fixed in the mind of everyone,
That someone has to bleed.
What now befalls gullible greens,
Besides more than peace;
What now comes to simple boys,
Then natural tranquility.
But out of calm,
There comes a squall,
Which takes away those walls;
And carries out short-lived deaths,
And leaves me to be released.
With some love, handed down,
You give me something more.
Taken back to the place,
Where you always shut me out.
I need to hear simple sounds,
That ensures me of this truth.
Say those words that make me die.
Say them while you’re pure.
Take away those mistakes,
Take away those lies,
Turn around and fight back time,
Fight for my delight.
Can’t you see, believing me,
Is something you can’t do?
So put your trust in nothing but,
Someone that likes to cut,
All those dreams that you had,
And the ones, that were ours.
Mixed with thoughts, field of plots,
That holds every single care,
Away from you, taken from me,
To the curb to bear.