Tick Tick Soldier Petals

Amber waves of grain overcome the fields of oil fuel, guns one shot at (a ding ding ding) brothers and petals are thrown in the air in celebration.

Tick, tick goes the clock on the wall.
No wonder we're losing time.
Ring, ring the soldier falls.
The old church on the hill should be falling down silent and still.

Tick, tick the clock on the wall.
No wonder we're losing time.
Ring, ring, ring the wedding bells.
The bride takes her ring and the happy people sing.

Poem by V. Valo

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