Dead Paradise
The struggle is
over
Utopias have become
wastelands
Once we knew - or thought we knew
Such a different reality
Time erodes all societies
The hands of the clock
burnt away the structures
we once believed were so strong
The vaccum which
has been created
leaves us
with an empty feeling
But if we open the
doors which have been
created recently
We will find a path
leading us out of
the confusion
The summer sun
shines on a changed
world
Before you give up hope
Reflect on past
mistakes
With hope as our
guide
We can carve out a
new path
Let's touch the world
lightly
Our fate is becoming
clearer every day
Breath deeply of
the atmosphere of
freedom
taste
the rich wine
which is being poured
by a hand we cannot
see
but can perceive deep
in our hearts and innermost beings
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