Life still waiting for a change.
For a new happiness that never fade.
But now We carried by the doom of sick.
And hoping for a real peace.
A sing a song. Did you hear that?
It's sounds like a cry in a cold war.
A time when all people dying,
Suffering to the glory it takes.
Sometimes we realize the day we are free.
A day that can we run through days.
A day that can we do things well.
And a day that can we still be our own.
Guidelines, News, Everything always we hear.
And all minds scare by the selfish mind.
Because we are weak and unstable.
That can be easily breakdown our soul.
What is real? Who can we trust?
In this situation we still blind.
A blindman searching for nothing.
But a trust can keeping for morning.
I'm the one who wrote this.
And you can never escape the words i take.
But I understand that you will forget this.
Because one day is never be this day.
I read a book and and take a look.
I've seen a place that you can hooked.
A white place of gold.
A home that will be written in bold.
All have ears in this world.
Please listen to me my lord.
I forgive and I have a sin
Please take me to your home.
Please take the eye of blindness.
See the truth of this madness.
Give all strength and keep safe.
This a living prayer can awaken.
If you are bored. Have a place with your own.
Feel the air and feel your hearts.
Everything will be okay and alright.
This day will be written again for good.
I have this eyes seeing the shaping future.
I'm scared but people is different.
Can you see??? I almost near.
Close you eyes.
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