Lament

music tinkle my ears but what I hear is a crusade of tears waiting for peace of warriors fighting a war for centuries. as in their comfort of planes flying the sky they throw the dices religion have nothing to do with it but the strings of greed a puppet does what it is told until it cuts the fuel and an artist to loop the dream only a dream of change flying the planes medieval I lament the chance of eden promised if only and no no more show me your cards and call it a wrap as riches your agenda but not mine just here for a smile