sábado, 7 de julho de 2012

Under cold earth

Walking the streets of London
At night,
I can hear the hearts beating,
The lives running,
People screaming.


We all fight in the same battle,
with totally opposite enemies.

She cries about her dead mother,
He kills for drugs.
She feeds her sick dying baby,
He lost his job.

We are all just afraid
Looking for comfort,
A snugly pillow to lie our heads
And forget about something that will never go away.

My fears are bigger than someone else's, smaller than others,
As are my conquests.

It will all end under cold earth.

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