they can’t breathe but their spirit is free,
how blessed I am, I can still feel my hands
I still breathe.
The unwritten law of the sea
lend a hand of humanity.
Wrapped in thin golden sheets,
counting numbers with no identity.
And I’m feeling away from my home
yet the sun and the air feed my soul
every trace of who I ever was
now is faded and gone.
When you’re down you just call out my name,
when I am gone you’ll remember my face,
memories of a smile
make your teardrops quickly dry.
I escaped from tortures and pain
and the homemade bombs you create,
no one wins in this game
you’re playing with a blind faith.
For the indifferent audience out there
feel restrained in your mental wire fence,
there is a murder outside
you can’t keep it far from your eyes.
Contributed by Dq82 - 2018/6/3 - 12:26