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Follow The Leader

The echos of WAR stain my mind.
The innocents that will die.
The murderers that won’t cry.
The souls that will never return.

The echos of WAR stain my mind.

The old saying comes to mind:
FOLLOW THE LEADER OR QUESTION WHY?


It’s become somewhat of a tradition for me to listen to this every new year, and this year in particular, it seemed even more appropriate.


Scent

You wake up expecting her to be there

You smell the sent of her hair

You taste her red lips

See the shades of her immortal eyes

Even though she was never there


…the possibility of change is born in our most harrowing moments.

— Linkin Park