This time around those graves,
You cannot eat any grapes,
As the tastes becomes shallow like your face…
As if we all have different race,
Yet all we have is us in this phase…
No you can’t stop their voices,
Or the sound that hums in their lies,
Nowhere will be your home but the skies,
If you will only listen to your hearts eyes
Oh, and the heart was never blind
It is the only one that can find,
As everything else points out to mud
You’ll have nothing but God…
And there’s nothing to bleed,
No river will be yours,
Why, coz you’ll just drown yourself now;
And don’t you just whisper to the curtains,
Shout to the windows until they’re broken!
Stop them stealing every piece in your home,
Stop them invading the peace that we own,
Don’t wait for the day when everything is lost,
Don’t scream in terror when nothing is left;
Think of the very mighty treasure kept in you,
That no thief can ever steal in exchange of grief…
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