Green paper made of life
Green trees one day will die
Some of us not sane
I came to realise
I am not sure, why
Blood's calling, stop falling
Controlling our lifes
You know the blood does not lie
About the time for us to arise
Bitter... I know this is to forbid
Grey walls we have built
Seem so safe as place to be
But It's between the world and me
T'seems to be so clear
Something we have lost
As we forget our freedom
To become a herd of ghosts
Hid somewhere behind this walls
About the time for us to arise
herd between grey walls
Herd of ghosts
© Copyright: Амон Дин, 2016
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