walking on coals telling the truth
To tell you how I feel
Without something running through my veins
Not in the night time
But under day's sunlight
While watching branches in the window crossing each other
And the wind playing with them
A tiny melody
Swings inside my brain
Like a coin in a slot machine
And it bursts out without hesitation when I'm alone
I'd never despise someone
Who needs drinks and drugs to tell the truth
Because it takes all of our fearlessness to show the candor side
Of ours
All our courage and power, too
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