quarta-feira, outubro 26, 2005

Hope, Hope not

Here we are, in a world of suicide
Feeling dirty, all human's pride
In the street, children passing by
There's no birds, but still watch the sky

In my mind, wishing for a life
Inside a cave, ignoring human's pride
Running free, without a street
A liberty youth won´t meet

Destiny in nature's hands
Living free as we pretend
Waterfall beating on the stone
I just hear industrial tone

We can't leave the trees helpless
Gaia needs a sweet caress
Soon it's too late to heal
Oh Mother, this is too real!

1 Comments:

Blogger Adsartha said...

Apesar de menos utópica, a minha opinião não mudou muito de há 9 anos para cá que foi quando escrevi isto.

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