You have no faith to believe
Who cares that you never did
Too afraid, too scared
Of whom you can be
Why do the honest ones die?
Who have rights to judge another?
I know the line, the last line
Step forward and you are not anymore blind
This is my world
And the place for me to be
Talk with demons
While I do what I shall do
I am glad to do what I ought to
It makes me forget about pain
When I forget I can breath free
I run from death away
But in the end It goes to
Say: we’ll never meet again
So cut the ropes or bring to her your pain
Stay, and suffering again
to the rest of your grim days
So this is how to breath when
You feel so cold into the fire
faith
© Copyright: Амон Дин, 2016
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