Wake Me Up
Based upon Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day
Do you feel the restless hearts,
Looking for their home,
On and on the days will pass,
And still the souls will roam.
I myself have lost all will,
I dare not even try,
I’ve reached the end of rocky roads,
And yelling at the sky.
Memory, a burden now,
Was once a tale of love,
Wake me up when light is here
And shining from above.
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The Poetic Idiot
ПоэзияWarning: May cause tears, revolution, or the smashing of the technological device on which you are reading this.
