Where is the end
And where the start
Where is the wrong
And where is the right
Where is the piece
And where is the war
Why are there feelings
That can be ignored
Where is the lie
And where is the truth
Is it because
Some kind of curse
Where is the love
And where is the hate
Does it belong
To our fate
Where is the dark
And where is the light
We all only need
The reason to fight
The reason to kill
And reason to fear
And always be ready
To see a new tear
To see a new pain
And see a fresh blood
And some little body
That’s buried in mud
And ready to hear
All of these screams
And give careless look
That broke thousands dreams
And never regret
About what we have done
Be ready again
When it will be time
So is there a truth
And is there the right
The world isn’t dying
It’s murdered inside
Buried in mud
© Copyright: Илья Демидченков, 2016
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