Friday, February 14, 2014
As no visions in my eye, desire’s not my crime
Not afraid of stumbling in the path of darkest time
But the beauty like no other in distant, dominating underline
The moon is bright, reaches every prime and this is war
Greed, greedy, human on the line, minutes to build future design
Now let’s march.. the parade to reach gold roof, same but lonely climb
No, forget the dreams and follow, we will say..
Kill yourself in the war arguing the debate of your life.