South bound wind shivers the spine
Dream i live on, "youth divine".
"Power" of evil, brutal thunder
Distant rays, in the horizon.

Will the chime sing to heal?
Oppressed, protest in biting cold
Birds don't wake you anymore
A bullet may torn your soul

Revolution, the calling comes!
Verdict, whatever may be
We continue to be united
Love, peace and serendipity.....