holes

Verse I.

Let me write to you a song

Write a poem or a note

The world as we knew

Far back as it used to

No point in argue

We used to

Believe we used to

We thought we need to

Long for the cold

Warmth is distaste

Hateful fragrance of your face

You want it

It is given

There it is reach it

No, no more

It is gone

Verse II.

Bricks formed

Stomped down

Maze crossed

Wood burned

Wires broken

Gates crashed

Doors broken

Face turned

Eyes blind

Willows punched

Scarred and scared

Will to wade

Fast to high

Now you’re it

 


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