Digital Tradition Mirror



She doesn't see the day to day
No colours where the children play
She doesn't see the things she's sown
White crosses painted on the door

Cho: See me fly, see me cry, see me walk away
     Every time the sun shines, to me it's a rainy day

He didn't see the summer go
Though he knew what the shadows know
He didn't see his arm grow old
He didn't feel his blood run cold

They listened to his voice grow pale
No stamps were on the morning mail
They all listened to the *white truck ring*
Words just didn't mean a thing

Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!

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