Where Will They Find You

The world is insane , no footsteps to follow The golden word is the lane , no one could find The sword is what the insane people that are hollow Would use to chop the golden melons peeling the rind Smashing the seeds , the core is now solo Demolished pieces no one can bind The melons lost their shape, their color is red and not yellow They all search this core, their soul to be free The tool by which they would breath again Oh freedom , where will they find you ? Waves of people are from the sword to flee The fool is there to cut this chain Of freedom, where will they find you ? The melons wanted to get back their soul And their golden shape and faith The lost freedom, Where will they find you ? The melons are diving in the pool Scared of rape andthe wraith No one can save them,please FREEDOM, Where will they find you ?