welcome to the black paraideA Poem by bella brownWhen I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up Would you be the savior of the broken The beaten, and the damned? He said, will you defeat them Your demons and all the non-believers? The plans that they have made? Because one day I'll leave you A phantom to lead you in the summer To join the black parade When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up You will be the savior of the broken The beaten, and the damned? Sometimes I get the feeling She's watching over me And other times I feel like I should go And through it all The rise and fall The bodies in the streets And when you're gone, we want you all to know We'll carry on, we'll carry on And… We'll carry on, we'll carry on And though you're dead and gone, believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And in my heart I can't contain it The anthem won't explain it A world that sends you reeling From decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all So paint it black And take it back Let's shout it loud and clear Defiant to the end We hear the call To carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone, believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches On and on, we carry through the fears (Oh, oh, oh) Disappointed faces of your peers (Oh, oh, oh) Take a look at me 'Cause I could not care at all Do or die You'll never make me Because the world Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me We wanna all We want to play this part Won't explain Or say I'm sorry I'm unashamed I'm gonna show my scar Give a cheer For all the broken Listen here Because it's who we are I'm just a man I'm not a hero Just a boy who had to sing this song I'm just a man I'm not a hero I don't care We'll carry on We'll carry on And though your dead and gone, believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches on Do or die You'll never make me Because the world Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me We wanna know We want to play this part Do or die (we'll carry on) You'll never make me (we'll carry on) Because the world (we'll carry on) Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me We wanna all We want to play this part (we'll carry on) © 2018 bella brown |
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Added on June 18, 2018 Last Updated on June 18, 2018 Authorbella brownCanadaAboutI love to write music wanting to be in a band I'm nice and good to talk to, I'm free if you wanna chat send me a message if you wanna talk ill be happy to.. more..Writing
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