They Have Got Him Now
They have Got Him Now
War is a great adventure, every boy dreams about it.
and writers of lies tell a story of sacrifices and great
feats of courage. the dram years ago.
I have done it again, sit seven floors up on a terrace
and all I can tink of is falling into oblivion.
it only takes few second the air stream and the noise
and the the blessed silence.
The failure of many failures and I´m living tomorrows
and can´t remember the way home.
The wrapping papers of gifts not opened how can I face tomorrow.
My cowardice is the only thing left I can trust.
pre dawn and the echo continues, this is not your world
it ended years ago when you knew you are a ghost of childhood past.
the boredom is absolute.
tomorrows I will remember the way home and safe amongst books
that I once wrote I shall be safe and relive what I forgot.
and wars will go on as they always have but I will not play a part
of lives’ brutal carrousel.
Seven floors up, in my house there are no places to fall.
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