A Message To Be Delivered
A Message To Be Delivered
Tell the night to bury me
Among its waves of fire and fear
The morning seems impossible
It has never been near
Tell the hunger to bite me
Between its sharp teeth
The food is an illusion
I will eat and survive beneath
Tell the explosions to blow me up
Shatter me into pieces
Of delayed dreams and hopes
I'm dead alive in all cases
Tell the world to be ashamed
Dancing on the melodies of our pain
Acting deaf, blind and dumb
The war won't stop here; it's a chain
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