• the_burning_kites_tales 6w


    look at the scars you have my dear
    you move everyday with wonder and fear
    you are so cold you forgot those things that
    you had joy with smiles and hell with tears

    moreover besides you live so young
    fault and hurts keeping among
    neither the left is right nor the right you see
    cause never stopped singing the guilty songs

    leave the road and step aside
    free your hands and think wide
    build the path you see in the skies
    with the dusty hands be the pride

    Now you are here. what you are seeking for?
    you left nothing but all the open doors
    luxuries, wealth, comforts all yours
    peace!! you die for lastly... nothing more!