| The Walk |
| Down the hallway we walk Huddled but still alone No one ever realizes What's truly going on So we walk alone as one Remembering the good times Still thinking about the bad Laughing on the out Crying on the in And so we walk again Harmony has failed too much Nothing is ever right We take a look behind us Seeing what we were But on we walk once more And so we stand alone No one there for us As we watch the world burn And take a look at what was Our walk will never end |
| This poem was written by THE CREATOR in honour of Vivica, Ruler of All Campsters. |
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