A gaping chasm,
My toes are on the edge.
One wrong step,
I go tumbling in.
The only thing that stops it,
Keeps me from its maw;
Shining crimson rivers,
With stepping stones of fire.
But my safety line's been severd
By an oath I cannot break.
Service to my country,
Or my heart I will forsake.
My toes are on the edge.
One wrong step,
I go tumbling in.
The only thing that stops it,
Keeps me from its maw;
Shining crimson rivers,
With stepping stones of fire.
But my safety line's been severd
By an oath I cannot break.
Service to my country,
Or my heart I will forsake.
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