When the sun is going down,
Know, you are not alone.
All what is lost, all what is found
One day will be gone.
People are fighting for the crown,
They think nothing is wrong.
Solders are falling on the ground
Where they don't belong.
Are we numb or may be blind?
We don’t want to know.
Gold and stones get our minds.
Am I someone’s clone?
What is going on around?
What is going on?
Will this answer be ever found?
Hope, I’m not alone…
October 25, 2011
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