The dawn, the morning, the light
Everything is calm and everything is bright,
Apparently
People wake up, from yesterday night,
Starting another life every day
Knowing they cannot see what they fight
They keep getting blown by life like a piece of hay
And have to start all over day by day
The night
The lights
The murderous hands that suffocate the heart like cella tape
Trying to be stopped by the escape
Here is a man
Dancing in the night
Maybe it’s a fight?
He’s in line for the escape
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Author:
Gialio (
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