Hey, |
Hearing the drums from afar,
The marches echoing towards us...
Deceived by your cruelty,
I'm screaming inside...
A puddle beneath me trickles slow,
As I try hard to get what I need...
The white sand stuck to her toes,
His tender touch on her lips...
Did I disappoint you?
Did I let you down...
He had promised to remain friends,
Never to fall for her charm...
The military swarms the fields,
The guns roar with anger...
When I look at the world,
I would see injustice...
Did I disappoint you?
Did I let you down...
The white sand stuck to her toes,
His tender touch on her lips...
Life is like a great willow. Each branch is a different path in life. The wind may tangle the branches but its determination keeps them strong and healthy. |