Blood runs through the veins
Off bright light.
Spinning planet
Not leaving a trail.
Is the human memory
Going with the crowd.
No, I don't know,
Everyone here alive.
Chorus:
People need light
To believe in peace
No.
Pressure pain on the throat
A thousand insults.
There's a reason grief-
Dying this world!
Like in the ocean
Dark water.
People disappear,
Melt The Earth.
Chorus:
People need light
To believe in peace
No.
light
© Copyright: Александрина Маковская, 2017
Свидетельство о публикации №117060210271
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