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This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart, just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
"England next time we meet you won't be the one with the choice or power in your hands" America said as he turned away from England to look over his men. They had just won the American Revolution; America had won while England had lost. For many years America would keep himself closed off from the other countries to gain more power and more peace of mind.
This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise you my heart just promise to sing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
"Why." America choked as he watch his capital, his white house burn "Why, broth- no not brother he's only Canada now. He is only an enemy of the United States of America, of me and of my country now nothing less and nothing more." For years to come he would never forget what had happened and always carry a seed of resentment in his heart towards him.
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
(Whoa, Whoa)
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
"America" said England while facing him.
"England" America said with his back facing England. Saying "What do you want?" as he turned to face him.
"You are gaining to much land lad" England said staring him in his eyes full of resentment, anger, and even some hidden pride on how far he has gotten.
"I don't see how that is any of business" America sneered at him. "After all I am not your colony anymore. Need I remind you again?" While looking down at him with disgust, anger, and pride of all that he's done in his eyes.
"Yes it is my business! If you keep doing this another war will start with you as the battle ground!" England yelled at him.
"Get out England. Get off of my land!" America told him starting at a whisper and ending with a shout. As England left America sat down at his desk and signed the right documents to start the Spanish wars with glee and insanity in his eyes.
This is what I thought, I thought you'd need me.
This is what I thought, so think me naive
I'd promised you a heart, you'd promise to keep.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
"Am I going to die?" America questioned himself as he lay in a pool of his own blood. The American civil war was tearing him apart with no end in sight. "Were have I gone wrong?" But there is no one there to help him with two different leaders, two different ideas and his country tearing its self apart he had no idea what to do other than to wait for the end.
`Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.`
-Prelude 1221 by AFI