The Windows are eyes
wings like an eagle with open arms.
welcoming us with a little charm.
A gesture to ease the hardships
this recession have cast upon us,
prolongation creeps into another year
peace talks or summit talks our
lifestyles fades like tears.
Does anybody out there really care?
Debt collectors calling
all hours of the morning,
Paychecks shrinks,
Our state of mind is on the brink
Are we going under?
Like a loud clap of thunder.
Does anybody out there really care?
The front door smiles
and the wings are like open arms
is this our only charms?
recession leads to depression,
Is ruining our lives.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
The Windows are eyes
wings like an eagle with open arms.
welcoming us with a little charm.
A gesture to ease the hardships
this recession have cast upon us,
prolongation creeps into another year
peace talks or summit talks our
lifestyles fades like tears.
Does anybody out there really care?
Debt collectors calling
all hours of the morning,
Paychecks shrinks,
Our state of mind is on the brink
Are we going under?
Like a loud clap of thunder.
Does anybody out there really care?
The front door smiles
and the wings are like open arms
is this our only charms?
recession leads to depression,
Is ruining our lives.
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