It's so sad to me.
Glorious and victorious.
This sad fantasy.
I can't relate to these souls.
Maybe I should go live with the wolves.
It's nature you see
The reason I breath.
The sun through the clouds.
The wind through the leaves.
It's nature you see.
We all start from a seed.
That's the way that it is.
The way it must be.
Green is the forest.
Blue is the sea.
Red is the hatred for that which is me.
Grey is our two world wars and
Black is number three.
Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 7:56 AM UTC
It's so sad to me.
Glorious and victorious.
This sad fantasy.
I can't relate to these souls.
Maybe I should go live with the wolves.
It's nature you see
The reason I breath.
The sun through the clouds.
The wind through the leaves.
It's nature you see.
We all start from a seed.
That's the way that it is.
The way it must be.
Green is the forest.
Blue is the sea.
Red is the hatred for that which is me.
Grey is our two world wars and
Black is number three.
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