the missing truth I

Doesn’t matter what’s the color of an angel

Because they’re bright as the sun

Doesn’t matter how much what you have,

So much many is the same as none

 

People die, people forget

People lie, and love to predict

 

 

Nowhere to go nowhere to hide

But anyway, unconsciously, you just run

Hope is tricky because Nothing to find

And clock is ticking with marching drums

 

People die, people forget

People lie, and love to predict

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~ by Abdurhman Issa on May 16, 2014.

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