Canyon Walls

I say good times last forever, when you’re with the one you love.
Nothing bad can ever harm you, when you’re with the one you truly love.
When they take your loved one from you, leaving you stabbed not quite dead.
The pain runs through body, anger rushes to your head.

Times like this are when I think of my parents, on their last night together.
It was the same day, my pa got the presidents letter.
And I watched them dance, how they danced.

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 It was the last dancemy mother would ever know.
He was the last man she’d ever really know.
He held her close she held him tight.
Not a word between the two.

What could I do, who could I call.
Who had the power to end it all.

Packing clothes to last the winter, I asked him why he had to go.
He told me “Son now don’t you worry, I’ll be back before you know.”
In the echo of the canyon, far beneath the granite walls.
I could hear the distant screaming, as the walls begin to fall.
He was stationed in the canyon, he was stationed in the Fall.
Come the storm of late December, the walls began to fall.

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