GEORGIA-POLICE You are going to get it now! - October 27, 2009 add/view comments (0) |
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I am the stone that builder refused... I am the visual... The inspiration... That made lady sing the blues... I'm the spark that makes your idea bright... The same spark... that lights the dark... So that you can know your left from your right... I am the ballot in your box... The bullet in your gun... The inner glow that lets you know... To call your brother son... The story that just begun... The promise of what's to come... And I'm 'a remain a soldier till the war is won!!! success..\\\ ------------------------------ ------------------------------ ------------------------------ ---------------------- Get a Free IQ Test
ONE TIN SOLDIER Listen, children, to a story That was written long ago 'Bout a kingdom on a mountain And the valley folk below On the mountain was a treasure Buried deep beneath a stone And the valley people swore They'd have it for their very own Go ahead and hate your neighbor Go ahead and cheat a friend Do it in the name of Heaven You can justify it in the end There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgment day On the bloody morning after who... One tin soldier rides away So, the people of the valley Sent a message up the hill Asking for the buried treasure, Tons of gold for which they'd kill Came an answer from the kingdom, "With our brothers, we will share All the secrets of our mountain, All the riches buried there" Now, the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses, draw your sword!" And they killed the mountain people So, they won their just reward Now, they stood beside the treasure On the mountain dark and red Turn the stone and looks beneath it... "Peace on Earth" was all it said Go ahead and hate your neighbor Go ahead and cheat a friend Do it in the name of Heaven You can justify it in the end There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgment day On the bloody morning after who... One tin soldier rides away Go ahead and hate your neighbor Go ahead and cheat a friend Do it in the name of Heaven You can justify it in the end There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgment day On the bloody morning after who... One tin soldier rides away |
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