A large white flag has climbed
Over steeples of smoke
Drowning out, the romantic fury of revolt

I lie disheveled and blasted apart
As tyrants steamroll
In their cavalcades of pride

Exhausted, I spare but a faded farewell
To the thrills of the past

For the cities and the lives I’ve traversed
While crazed by the spell of uprising

Now the night is my home
Where the long trek to freedom
Is but a dream, that constantly simmers
Derailed

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