Florence n Fein fight for mercy
the jar is open but nothing inside
holding hands and a smile held high
they tread the tarnished path, sigh
tempting the guilt they venture inside
and sadness was all they have left behind
fire once, fire again
the fact remains there is still nothing there
searching for gold they stroll ahead
directions wasn't all that they lacked
drunk and starved they wait for breath
fearing the dark the can't wait here again
the rickety road and descendin darkness
and soon the blame was to be the question
not wanting to stop they continue their stride
but the conquest was lost before they knew why.
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