Noah Trist

October 2, 2003 - Melbourne

Her

Her face glistens in the rain
They can not restrain her

Perfectly still as her surroundings
Collapse beside her

But forward she marches
Saved by her actions
Escaping her gracious plummet
Saved by the bell

Ding,Dong,,,,,Ding,,,,,,Dong,,,,,,,,,,,,Ding,,,,,,,,,,,Dong!

When rung by the man
All stops in destruction

But when the eyes stop staring
It all starts crumbling down
Crumbling down
Crumbling down

Just for the bell to ring again

The rain washes the tears on her face
They can not restrain her
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