My burning soul is in the fire:
It’s waiting for the bloody rain,
As those people We admire
Are full of dirty thoughts and vain.
The smile, killed by cruel eyes,
Can’t leave the grief but stays alive
Between the teardrops and skies
To keep on trying to survive.
We want to dream about love,
But broken world still lets us down.
We see the future and above
We feel a heavy golden crown.
Today I wanna save my heart,
Tomorrow I’ll have to lie.
Unconsciously forbidden art
Will make us harmfully dry
But we are stronger than the scorn
And it will never make us cry,
So we will endure hostile thorn
To say adi;s, to say goodbye!
My burning soul
© Copyright: Виктор Родригес, 2021
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