Your Words
through the wind i hear your solo
each note nicely placed for me
slipped back to this journey i lack
miss led international direction
my own intention is to communicate
a feeling , an emotion , anger gets the best
how will i live in a sea of forgetfulness
turned away by anything that would care
a language i don't understand , but i feel it
somehow underline the thoughts of it all
you are speaking , no more stone wall paintings
i sense your words ,they are cutting my soul
enter in a part of my being your speaking
nothing is sacred anymore here
i have had it with my self-doubt and pride
you don't exist to me , this war is over
my hand has the power to change
the launch of the power button
tv off. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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