they've all become so desensitized,
drinking their coffee and watching people die.
and some part of the world
preaches values of kindness and peace,
but the weapons they've sold
are used every day to take lives of kids.
and they don't see the irony
of protecting borders, from what exactly?
when even survivors are getting tired,
when there's no hell deeper down, yet we still continue descending,
when every next morning comes with a list of names, lost to the fire,
they all would rather pretend it's a fiction,
                         a story,
                                       a lie,
drinking their coffee and watching people die.

For every soul
There is one underground,
To be lost and found, to be lost and found.

The river does not know how to stop
The movement does not have any border.

It breaks one side and builds the other side
The river goes on to the sea
It breaks down as it wishes
Whatever the dam you built.

Yet this is the life of the riverside
Beloved to many people
They are the witnesses of the breaking and building
The river has taken their own.

The river is filled up
Hits both the sides
Here comes the tidal waves
Wake up everyone!

In the life of tears and laughter
What is left to see?
It may seem like this life
Entire entity is empty.

In the bend of river life
The memories are hidden
Never let to catch, never let to see
There is no limit to its perimeter.

So on the pages of life
Let's all write them down
All the makers of all events
And, become a mute witness.

Oh, infinitely beautiful girl
you are not alone

she wrote with
scarlet lipstick on her mirror

But words alone
don't
change hearts

and she was infinitely
unhappy

cursed

doomed

All the boys and men
said yes
to her

but her brother still
said no