One puts its arm around the others shoulder
And they walk down the winding road
They reach a bridge
And cry the river full
They search for stones
To weigh themselves down
They talk of Passion and Peace
As long lost friends
They talk of suicide
As a means to an end
They pass moaners
Dole out some tears
And to the loaners
They give new fears
Heavy hearts and glistening eyes
Hollow moans and constant sigh
Not an inch of mercy, not litre of pride
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