Shallow hearts,drown our souls.
These winds have calmed in acceptance ,
acceptance of a drought at the sea bed.
Friend, here we are at the end of the road,
Mined Fields mark the road back home,
Its funny but this is the last lap of eternity,
Its time to sacrifice dreams and love.
Time to help a world collapsing under its load,
its time to go shoulder the roofs of our homes,
time to sing of happiness and glory.
Time to be givers of lives,time to be lost for someone else.
The red sky of truth marks this road,
Fellow, its time to give up on our own dream.
Even if their world of love is ribald ,
it still cures the wounds we hid under a saint like smile.
Give up the Prose and join me in this rhapsody,
lets give truth and hope another chance.
Lets save these lands for our sons,
the ones in this seed bag.
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