In the West lays a land,
a land as old as the time.
This is the land where no one dies
an there's never committed a crime.
Everyday the land is full of butterflies and sunshine
happiness and smiles,
but what I've described is only on the outside,
the inside is like that soul of mine.
In reality the land is full of sorrow and guilt
poverty and pain.
And everyone are moved
by greed and their own personal gain.
And I said that people never die.
Well, it isn´t really a lie,
but they lose their soul, their will to live,
and smiles and happiness to give.
But don't try to find our land
or give us a helping hand,
you'll just be sucked in like the rest.
And even though your intentions where the best
in the end you'll be changed
by the land in the West.
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ПоэзияMy thoughts are passion and ripped-off wings and falling and my paper is a child and closed palms and butterflies.