It’s in the dark, in the shadows- Where boys become men- In shadows and tall trees- Grueling fever pitched madness- Caught in the growl of a saber tooth’s Jaw- Yes, I know the truth- It’s a broken femur on the curb- A 100 mph baseball to the head- Blood, broken, scared, and angry- And in the end we are ashes- Ashes among ashes- Among grave stones- I know- In behind the shadow and tall trees- The shadow our cocoon- The trees, our tall mentors-Birth sign: Libra
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