As I walk through these
poppies in an unending field
In a small village
In Afghanistan
A place of people's dreams
The one's who live there
Want a better life
The one's who don't
Want what's produced
From there crops
***** they make
That's in pain pills we take
Herion on the streets
Was once my dreams
This flower is known to be
A flower of God
It helped Alexandra the Great
To conquer this world
It's is only a flower
That helped define this world
There a lot of history
In drugs throughout this world
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
As I walk through these
poppies in an unending field
In a small village
In Afghanistan
A place of people's dreams
The one's who live there
Want a better life
The one's who don't
Want what's produced
From there crops
***** they make
That's in pain pills we take
Herion on the streets
Was once my dreams
This flower is known to be
A flower of God
It helped Alexandra the Great
To conquer this world
It's is only a flower
That helped define this world
There a lot of history
In drugs throughout this world
