The fire is out
Home sweet home
It's never too late
To begin to grow old
The fire burns bright
The music starts to play
Visions flash
Not the future
The past
That's where you learn
That you will never earn
The right to live
To begin
To give
Get along the road
Thumbs up
Not to catch a ride
Tell others it's ok
That the storm has passed
To look back
And see the desert
The dry
Hopeful desert
Cactuses stand strong
Tumble weaves pass by
It's full of life
But others see a fight
To survive
To live
But what's worse?
The truth?
Or a false verse?
A false place
Where our fathers not dared to touch
To keep away
A lie
a 10 thousand year old tree
Will never die
That's what I want to be
Not for the eternity
For the memory
The influence
The strong emotion
Released
It cannot be hidden
No matter, destiny
Ignored
Like a broken sheet
Looking into the bucket
Sound echoes
A cave
Beneath the leaves
Unnoticeable
Untouchable
Unrealistic
Almost invisible
Ignorable
Oblivion
A void
A noise
A sound from a distance
Friends are here
Patting your back
Can you feel it?
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