**There's a bird in the sky that's weeping
a cold none seems comfortable with
there's a stinging cold of despair sweeping
so bad every smoker yearns for ****
*there's a light that's behind the dark
battling to find her way to the shine
to sublime the monsters that lurk
and color with joy them that whine*
**there's a road that goes and never ends
there's a peace seated in the laps of war
a fatal enemy the world gladly befriends
because fairness and justice are no more**
*there's an innocent cob wounded under a palm tree
a graceful wounded calf called my country*
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
**There's a bird in the sky that's weeping
a cold none seems comfortable with
there's a stinging cold of despair sweeping
so bad every smoker yearns for ****
*there's a light that's behind the dark
battling to find her way to the shine
to sublime the monsters that lurk
and color with joy them that whine*
**there's a road that goes and never ends
there's a peace seated in the laps of war
a fatal enemy the world gladly befriends
because fairness and justice are no more**
*there's an innocent cob wounded under a palm tree
a graceful wounded calf called my country*
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