Between my shadow and my soul

Howl Wolf

We were always on the border of the fence,
Armed and muddy, all for honour and love.
Somewhere in between ricocheting shots
You sneaked out to the other side
Our border exposed, my men flailed
And hid in shadows of shame

So now, when you ask for our loyalty
I resist the urge to hang you on the fence
Parade your wounded comrades before your eyes
And leave you to their memories' wrath

5 shared ideas:

Azra December 10, 2008 at 10:58 AM  

Hang the Bastard! I'll even give you the rope.

ayesha December 10, 2008 at 1:59 PM  

ok,it makes more sense now

Nooj December 12, 2008 at 12:21 AM  

haha azzy the sad part is twasnt a guy :(

aysh lol cryptic is fun, but sometimes we need clues.

qdee December 15, 2008 at 8:40 AM  

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M Irfaan December 19, 2008 at 5:55 PM  

i keep imagining french revolution soldier type jackets and tassles.