I took a walk one Saturday night,
Climbed so high so I can see the truth for myself...
It's all dark but flames are still raging on, as people homes crumble to the ground
Sobs are heard in each home, as father's say their last goodbyes
Hells gate open to our cities, as pain is marked on each wall.
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THE CLOUDY DAYS
ПоэзияHis world ? is in the clouds n when sad the expression from his heart must still flow into words
