LIKE A SIGH
Walking around his own body
A hundred years in just one sigh
Glory days and bitter nights
Worried days that grow like hair
Being the river of time
Waiting for the after life
Oh every voice smells of decay
Every night he dreams the sun
Rising in the heart of humans
Every night he dreams the smiles
Blooming on the lips of life
Only to wake up seeing people die
Glory hunters dream paradise
Miserables just want a life
What hope is there of a unity?
I could see the treaded path
I now walk the present path without fun
The future path will bring back
brothers all over the world together
and for me, especially
peace of mind to send beings my little heart
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