Own Reality
As soon as we wish, it becomes.
We live in gold and castles.
This is our god, we are his vassals.
We fly in a clear blue sky.
You say:" Wake up, wake up, wake up.
Life ain't never a happy ending. This
Isn't happening you know? Look
Straight at the burning reality."
So you, want us to see a burning sky
Where we are falling out of grace of
And where our only escape are the flames.
Now, who is going to save us, save us, save us?
Copyright © Karim Camara | Year Posted 2016
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